#but i feel like it could even go on a bit more! it stops pretty suddenly because i needed to just find a stopping point but it could

[whoisraii]

Even if my heart stops beating...You're the only thing I need with me

☆ : Featuring : All of the drivers present in the 2025 grid ☆ : Synopsis : Them around you while they have a crush on you but you are too oblivious...

☆ : word count : 2.1k

🎧Song for this fic : Pretty Boy ( Chip Chorme and the Monotones)...The Neighbourhood

Note : this is actually my first time writing for all 20 of them so if I don't do justic to one of them I'm so sorry 😭😭

☽・Redbull

max verstappen

You never catch Max being openly affectionate.

But the camera crew does—he’s always glancing around until he spots you.

If you’re laughing with another driver? Suddenly he’s there, acting like it’s just coincidence.

Once he said something almost nice about your outfit, then looked away like he didn’t say anything at all.

“That color doesn’t look bad on you.” “Wait, was that a compliment?” “No. Just an observation. Don’t get weird about it.”

Yuki Tsunoda

Loud, dramatic, hilarious.

Yuki will yank you into comming to the races.

“Please you are good luck to me. I need you to be down there watching me”

He brings you your favorite snacks before every race and insists it’s because he “bought too many.” (He didn’t.)

Whole paddock knows he’s crushing. but you? Blissfully unaware...

You will find your favorite candy waiting for you the second you have a bad day..

“They were on sale. Don’t overthink it.”

☽・Mercedes

George Russell

George treats you like his personal planner—even if you’re just a media coordinator or on a logistics team.

Walks you through every weekend plan, sends you the brief before you ask, and gives pre-interview pep talks like you're going on camera instead of him.

When it rains, he will offer you his umbrella...Even if that means he ends up soaked.

“George, you’re getting drenched.”...“Yes, but you’re not. That’s what matters.��

Andrea Kimi Antonelli

He doesn't flirt he just teases the living hell out of you..

You mispronounce an Italian word once—once—and Kimi never lets it go.

The thing is, he’s always around. Not in an obvious way, but in that quiet, lingering in your peripheral vision way.

He stands close—too close—when he’s talking to you. Shoulder brushing yours. Arms almost touching. But if you lean away or give him a look, he just raises an eyebrow like what? am I in your space? could never be me.

He might tease you...but he will remember your everything...and he will take pictures of you candid stuff which you later find out when he sends you one by mistake..A candid. You, mid-laugh, half-blurry from movement. The corner of his jacket sleeve is visible in the frame.

will smile while you talk to him and maybe get lost in your eyes..too lost maybe..

“What?”..“You were looking at me.”..“No, I was—don’t be weird.”..(Pause)..“You had something on your face.”

☽・Ferrari

Charles Leclerc

Holds you hand to subconciously sometimes...

Gets a bit pouty when the fanbase favours you more but he secretly loves it...

knows your coffee order by heart and gets you coffee every morning...

Doesn't accept it and saty quiet if anyone tries to disrespect you or mistreat you...yeah not on his watch...

"Did you drink enough water today? and did you have breakfast? you skip that meal a lot...like a lot..."

Lewis Hamilton

Keeps it professional on camera but insists producers highlight your work and advocacy...

Makes sure to include you in glitzy events but won’t directly talk about his feelings for you.

Wraps an arm around you in press chaos but immediately acts casual if questioned.

Posts a soft photo of you with a vague caption — as if to say

"I’m here, but I won’t say more.”

☽・Mclaren

Lando Norris

Doesn't flirt with you like he does with others...he just becomes a 12 year old with a crush around you...

Will unplug your mic and act shocked when you notice and always standing behind you during group shots, pulling faces.

Starts every day with “don't tell me what to do” and ends it with “text me when you’re home. I get worried if you don't”

Is in more of your posts than in regular ones which makes the PR go mad..

(Later, during media day) “Lando, can you stop photobombing her instagram?”...“Sorry, I’m her emotional support driver.”

Oscar Piastri

He pays attention...will remember anything and everything you tell him about yourself...your coffee order, favorite books, favorite artist...everything.

He wants to listen to music? He wants to listen it with you...will share earbuds without a second thought...

Will sit beside you the second he has the oppurtunity...

If someone raises their voice at you he will polietly but firmly to keep their tone in check...and most of the times not infront of you...

“Oscar went full lawyer on that journo for you.” you would probably find out form someone on the team...

“You never said.” “Didn’t need to. He was wrong. You deserved better.”

Since he remembers almost everything...you will find coffee or something to cheer you up the second you have a bad day...

“You didn’t have to bring me tea…”..“You sounded tired. Figured you wouldn’t stop for yourself.”

☽・Aston Martin

Fernando Alonso

Will subtly shake his head all the time while maintaining eye contact with you while you speak

Also asks you to be there in the garages while he srives because he sees you as his lucky charm...

He would never admit it but things you give him are always kept safely and a keychain you gave him is always on his backpack because it reminds him of you...

If anyone tries to get dissmisive about you job title or say anything bad abt you...He wont think twice before speaking up and sometimes maybe not so politely...

“If you don’t know her role, you shouldn’t be asking questions.”

Lance Stroll

He might be the most nonchalant guy to others but he laughs the hardest the second you make a joke...even if its dumb or stupid...

The one to buy you your favorite snacks in bulk and just keep then with him in case you are ever hungry..

And he will stick to you because to him you are his comfort person...

You might see him scribbling your name in his notes and stuff...its subconcious but its just him...

“You wrote my name?” “It’s not weird! I mean—it’s just for luck. Like… positive manifestation. Or whatever.”

☽・Williams

Alex Albon

He's tall so he walks fast but when you're walking with him...he will slow down his pace to just match with yours so you can walk more comfortably...

If its your first time at a grand prix...he will try his hardest to make sure absolutely nothing goes wrong for you...

Picking at eachother is deffinately the love language between you both...but he would never cross the line...

If he ever notices you skipping breakfast or any meal of the day...he will make sure to carry something with him so that he can hand it to you immediatly when it looks like you're hungry...

If you have anything big comming up for you and you're nervous...he will slide you notes and pretend that they were absolutely not from him...

“‘Knock ‘em dead, superstar’? What happened to ruthless sarcasm?” “Who let you see that? I was trying to be mysterious and emotionally unavailable.” “Too late. Your soft side is showing.” “Damn. I knew I should’ve written ‘Don’t trip on camera.’”

Carlos Sainz

Will run to you the second he feels even a minescule spec of stress...he calls you his 'calming presence' because your voice feels so calm...

Will send you his song recomendations...

Is probably the kind of guy to beg you to get song widgets where you can pick out songs for eachother when it reminds you of eachother...

Would'nt think twice before offering you his jacket with a small smirk and nodd...

“You remembered my favorite artist?” “Of course. I listen when you talk. That’s what friends do...Especially the special ones.”

☽・Haas

Oliver Bearman

He will drop everything and run to you the second he spotts you...unless its very important or work related...

Will repeat the complements you give him under his breath just to relieve the happiness of what you had just said...

He gets visibly happy when you say "see you later" even if its a part of rouine at this point...

He will cling to you like a koala and see you as his comfort person...

Also sees you as his lucky charm so asking you to be his plus one in gps is the most normal thing...

Remembers your orders and your favorite songs by heart...

“Ollie, breathe. It’s just lunch.” “Right. Normal. Casual. Totally regular human food consumption...You know, if it were just us forever, I’d be fine with that.”

Estaban Ocon

Will hold everything for you...the door...the umbrella...your sanity...

Will get you an extra pass so that you can come watch him race..and will panic if he forgets to get you one by any chance

Also knows your coffee order, food orders and schedule like its the back of his hand...

will strict heartedly follow the sidewalk rule...

If you have a bad day and he gets to know about it...expect him to get you your favorite takeout and ask if you want to have a movie night at his with him...

"why do you always make me drink water and get me food?" “Because you forget to eat when you're stressed… and you always leave your water bottle behind.” “So you’re stalking me for hydration purposes?” “Exactly. I'm a very noble stalker.”

☽・Racing bulls

Liam Lawson

Liam will give you nickanames that only he has rights to use...if anyone uses them...he will make sure that he makes it a point that only he can call you that...

He will carry some of your favorite snacks with him always in case you miss a meal or are genuinly hungry...

He will pretend to trip over his feet just so you can check up on him...

Calls you his 'lucky charm' and will cling to you...

Gifts you stuff...and makes sure nothing wrong happens to you...

“Did you seriously bring me gummy bears?” “You said you liked them once. In January. Of last year.” “So this is… thoughtful stalking?” “No! It’s called long-term strategic snacking...…Also I needed an excuse to talk to you today.”

Isack Hadjar

Isack will always be at the corner of your eye...everyone knows if you are somewhere he is nearby...

He wears the friendship bracelet you gave him like its a sacred thread...if anyone tries to touch it...he will yank his hand away...every single picture...its there on his hand...all the time...

Somehow always ends up holding your watter bottle or jacket or lanyard...he will say that you maybe lost it and hes just here to return...but its obvious that he has been holding it for about thirty minutes or so...

Remembers your coffee order and favorite songs...he will share his earbuds with you...

He would never flirt directly...but the second you say that you are cold...his hoodie is in your hands before you can even complete the sentence...

“You okay? You’re twitchier than usual.” “Didn’t sleep much.” “Why not?” “Was trying to figure out how to talk to you without sounding like an idiot.”

☽・Alpine

Peirre Gasly

Is convinced that you are his soulmate...he will flirt with you...and smile at you the entire time you talk with him...

Calls you 'sunshine' because he thinks you bring hope to him...

Will act offended if Simba likes you more but secretly loves you playing with Simba...

He will send you flowers under a fake name but then ask if you liked them...

"Liked the flowers on your doorstep this morning sunshine?" "That was you?"

Jack Doohan

Jack is the defination of 'Act cool. Panic later'

He is all soft smiles and hopeful glances, pretending he’s totally chill around you while in reality...he’s memorized every conversation...rehearsed his jokes, and 100% lies awake replaying the way you laughed at something he said three weeks ago.

Shows up with spare team merch "just lying around" and melts when you wear it

Gets adorably tounge tied if you complement him...say "you look nice today" with that soft smile and watch him trip over a cord or somthing while smiling...

The inside of his notebook has one scribble in the margin that reads: “Ask her out before the season ends. Please.”

You catch him staring sometimes, not in a cocky way, but like he’s just genuinely stunned you exist near him.

“She’s just… I don’t know. She makes everything feel less chaotic.

☽・Kick Sauber

Nico Hulkenberg

Is a little bit grumpy about everything except you....

He will say something like "you again?" but immediately make some space for you so you can sit...

leaves his jacket on your chair by "accident" when ever its cold...

leves you little notes in the jacket pockets...

"media days dont suck if shes there..."

Gabriel Bortoleto

blushes if you talk to him...blushes if you stand close to him...blushes if you smile...blushes if you wave...basically a blushing mss when it comes to you...

Will ask you to be in the garages during the race and reassures himself with a “Breathe. She’s here.”

Will give you his water bottle if you can't find your with two hands like a nervous kid giving yo a flower..

also wears the bracelet you gave him like a sacred thread...

"please come to the race...you help me keep my sanity down there..."

©WHOISRAII 2025 ━ do not copy, steal, post somewhere else or translate my work without my permission.

[sunny-knight]

THIS IS HOME

@forgettable-au Fan-Animatic ⭐️

The stars welcome him with open arms…

Work and Progress + Analysis below!

You can find the work in progress things here! because I wanna show the sketch animatic and you can only upload one video…

The entire idea was inspired off of THIS lovely little qna written a bit ago! havnt forgotten about it since! Despite what the AU might have you believe And recently I decided I could just draw out the fun part instead of go through the pain of storyboarding and cleaning up a nearly 4 minute long song 👍👍👍

Thats the idea though, theres no real plot, so no real context I can give other than the things the comic itself already provides. “This Is Home” just works incredibly well for this poor childs trauma, and it was a great opportunity to practice my composition and storytelling!!

Onto the deep analysis of every frame individually!!! (this is normal. this happens every time.)

The idea that Wingdings just eventually- gave up. Trying to connect with anyone. HURTS ME DEEPLY. I’m not sure if thats specifically because he just couldn’t get the font thing down, but I imagine that was a big contributing factor. But thats what specifically stops him here. He eventually slams his keys down on the board and says “IM DONE” and throws himself into a thing he can purely enjoy on his own- science. Even at a young age, I feel he only had 2 lives. One with Sans, and one with science. Then when those worlds combined when he became the royal scientist uhhh- I imagine it got worse.

Speaking of his young age, In these shots he’s also notably a tad older than the later depictions of his younger self with the scarf. Less full of joy and whimsy

“His mind is in a different place” is taken a tad more negatively than in the context of the song I feel, as he’s more or less isolated himself from everyone (but Sans) now in this “giving up” phase of his childhood. I wonder how Sans noticed/took that and if he tried to convince him otherwise, but in this case he just thinks he needs some time to himself.

Also let it be known that the words being crammed in at the “Give him a little bit of space” bit is on PURPOSE and a SILLY LITTLE JOKE/VISUAL GAG GIVEN THE LINE. I AM SO FUNNY.

The colors are also notably dark blues, that get greyer when Wingdings has given up. The light that Sans lets in ((looks into the camera, tearing up)) is still pretty cold despite it being brighter.

The berating is also in uppercase to show most of this is from Wingdings’ pov- I know he speaks in proper casing at this time, but I NEED SOME SORT OF INDICATOR, WORK WITH ME HERE. His main issue was his own self consciousness and desire to communicate properly, since it was said before on the blog that no one really picked on him for his inability to talk to them.

Then we have Papyrus!! The colors are similarly blue, but a lot brighter and a touch purpler and greener. Its from the same world, but not the same person. Also he’s wearing a yellow vest which is the complimentary color to blue ☝️

Papyrus is more heavily associated with warm colors in contrast to Wingdings, but this takes place very early on when he was very confused where his place was (or at least I assume thats what happened). He’s associating with warm colors (yellow) but is somewhat weary about it and still subconsciously clutching onto the comfort in familiarity.

The scene ofc depicts Papyrus being incredibly uncomfortable about any photos of himself as a child. It still definitely…looooks… like him. it just feels really wrong.

Similar thing to last time with the fonts as well, uppercase, Papyrus’ pov, he just wants to know who/WHAT he is.

I enjoy the colors in the photo and how they reallly stand out from the rest of the shot, just another emphasis that the photo feels otherworldly to Papyrus.

This is the part where I start weeping pitifully. The tiny Wingdings to Gaster comparison- it’s just so upsetting, I want to know what this poor child would think if he saw what he ends up as 😭

Wingdings enjoyed dreaming about the real stars he MIGHT get to see one day with Sans. The scene is dark, as it still hasnt happened yet, but still bright and hopeful as he stares up at the light! Its always a possibility. But then we have Gaster, who finally did it. He reached the stars, he gets to look up and say “wow…. I really did it”. Staring up at the void before him. Without Sans…I feel he wouldn’t ponder on it much, and consciously he doesn’t see anything bad about his circumstances, but the crack going down his eye that elludes to a tear says otherwise in the suppressed emotions.

The world Wingdings lived in when he was small, seemed so endless…Despite the underground being small compared to the real world, his imagination was endless. He could dream, he could imagine, and create things, get and give new ideas! But now as an adult that just so happens to be a lovecraftian entity, everything is much more simple and straightforward. At least from his perspective…Gaster may be able to DO way more than he ever could as a small child, but his mind is pretty one track at this point.

I wonder how Gaster feels…Now that they’ve gotten to the surface. without him

Im not sure how Papyrus in the game or even in the comic feels about stars, but Sans for one doesnt have to daydream anymore. They’ve also “done it” just like Gaster, but the hug insinuates less of that and more a “we WON”. They share in this moment together more emotionally than anything.

Again, compared to Gaster and them, they enjoy the moment in their own ways- Gaster just the action of seeing the stars, and Papyrus in what the moment itself means. I feel those are the 2 wants Wingdings had and thats a lot of what Papyrus and Gaster are. 2 halfs of Wingdings’…whole…thing

Also the stars welcoming him with open arms is both in reference to Sans but also Papyrus welcoming/accepting/loving himself…

IN CONCLUSION:

…yknow ive never asked before, but if anyone has any questions or needs clarification im happy to-

[leechqnsgirl]

🌹𓆩⚝𓆪 touch me the right way, baby

notes: based off of this ask

-- you're giving your boyfriend a handjob when he suddenly slips out a little word.

18+ | heeseung x older!fem!reader | wc: 1.2k | masterlist | ft. jay as a roommate

warnings: language, kissing, noona kink, subby heeseung, age gap (reader is two years older than hee), handjob, a bit of edging

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you and your boyfriend were making out on his bed, his roommate jay was just in the other room.

he was sitting up against the headboard with you straddling his lap.

hot breaths, slick mouths and quiet whines or groans were what filled the room.

your hands already tangled in his hair, you grind down on him. everything was too much now, you needed him.

heeseung lets out a breathy moan, hands falling to your hips. "b-baby," you bring your hands under his shirt, running it along his skin.

"hm?" you use your nails now, scratching him just the right amount, you could feel him jump under your hands.

"i n-need you, right now," he whispers, afraid of his roommate hearing him, "please?"

and oh, how could you say no? with his pretty brown eyes speaking louder than his words.

you move off of him, sliding your shirt, then your pants. leaving you in your undergarments.

heeseung did the same, but took off his underwear.

"hee, can you lie down for me?" you asked, scooching a bit closer to him now.

he nodded his head, and laid with his head on the pillows.

you gave little kisses to him on his neck, moving from there to giving harsher kisses on his collarbone. and once you got to his chest, you sucked dark marks onto him. feeling his chest heave under your lips and his whines that he is doing a terrible job at suppressing.

you ran a finger over his tip, feeling him shudder under you. moving your lips to his nipple now.

you played with his tip until you felt a hand of his grab your waist.

"pl-please, y/n, don't tease me. I-I haven't even done anything wrong." he pleaded, he didn't want to just feel this, he wanted more. he wanted anything more. your hand, your mouth, fuck, even your thighs would do.

you giggled on his chest. your tongue circling his nipple. you felt his chest lean into you, just a bit.

moving away from his chest now, you sat up straight. you waited a few seconds before spitting right down onto his cock. he moaned at the feeling of your warm, but cold, saliva.

you pumped him slowly at first, wanting him to twitch under you at the unsatisfying pleasure.

two and a half minutes.

that's how long he lasted before begging you to make him cum.

it wasn't all his fault, the two of you hadn't been intimate in over a week. he had been busy and you were too.

you know how heeseung gets, it's almost like he gets restless without your touch.

feeling bad, you sped up your movements, hearing him moan out of relief when you did.

his chest heaving more than before, and his hairline was gathering sweat already.

"heeseung, baby? you alright?" your tone was filled with care, but he knew better.

he nodded his head, muttering something out.

"hm? what was that?" his brows furrowed, "s-said im close..." you hummed, continuing your pace until you were sure he was a few seconds from cumming.

you retracted your hand. placing it on your thigh.

"h-huh?" he stuttered out, confused. "c'mon hee! I don't want you to cum already." you giggled, tracing fingers on his thigh. getting dangerously close to his aching cock.

"n-no, please. I can go again, I promise, I just need you to make me cum." his doe eyes were so captivating, how could you say no?

you nodded your head, assuring him you'll make him cum.

you brought your hand back, starting with a nice pace.

minutes flew by and you could tell heeseung was getting closer.

he threw his head back, moaning out your name.

when he was right on the edge, his eyes flew to you.

"don't stop, please, baby." his hands gripped the sheets, "please don’t p-pull away." he felt your pace quicken, thankful that you were giving him what he wanted.

his head fell on the pillows again, hips lifting into your hand, "oh fuck, f-fuck! right there, please, noona."

he didn't even seem aware of his words and actions in the moment, and so when your hand stilled on his cock, he whined.

"w-why'd you stop...?" he pouted, his chest flushed.

you bit back a smile. "noona?" his eyes widened, "what?"

you laughed, "mm, say it again." he shook his head, his ears reddening.

"say it again or you'll have to get yourself off." he quickly said no, begging you to let him cum.

"it's one word, honey. just say it."

he whined, his pride suddenly getting in the way.

"j-jays right outside." he reasoned. you rolled your eyes, "i dont give a fuck. he probably already heard more than he should’ve."

his forearm covered his face. his mouth about to open when he felt you start a slow stroking pace on his dick.

"heeseung?" he nodded his head.

"'m sorry, noona," you smiled, quickening your hand just a bit. "see? wasn't so bad." he whimpered, his cock was throbbing.

"you want me to go faster? to make you cum?"

"yes, yes, please, y/n." he felt a strike on his thigh, moaning out from the mix of the pain and the pleasure of your hand on him.

"I'm gonna walk out if you say my name again." his eyes watered, just the thought of you pulling away again killing him.

"n-no! 'm sorry, just please make me cum, please noona?" he whispered the last word, still feeling a bit nervous with the whole situation.

you stroked his cock faster now, eyeing him the whole time.

he looked so pleased, but still so desperate. you didn't have in you to deny him again. so when he got close this time again, you never let up, you let him have his pleasure.

"f-fuck, im gonna cum." he whimpered out, he brought a hand over to your empty one.

"can i kiss you, noona? p-please?" your face softened, god he was so adorable.

you leaned down to his face, still stroking his cock as you kissed him. he brought his hand to your back now in the middle of the kiss, heeseung pulled away from your face, moaning loudly.

you sat straight up again, feeling his sticky load coat your hand.

his chest heaved up and down as you slowed your pace, eventually taking your hand away.

you brought your hand up, licking his cum off your finger. he moaned at the sight, sitting up.

he smiled softly, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand and wiping himself off.

he pulled you close to him, tucking his head in your neck as you moved to straddle him. careful to avoid his sensitive cock.

he lifts his head a bit, just enough so his words aren't muffled. "I didn't mean to say that..." you giggle, throwing your head back. "have you always fantasized about it?"

he takes a peek at you, cheeks flushed as he nodded his head.

"I just didn't know how to tell you..."

you pout, "you don't have to be afraid or worried, baby. I want you to feel like you can always tell me anything." he nodded again, "i-i know, y/n, it's just kinda different. you know? I didn't know how you'd feel about it."

you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.

"I still love you, heeseung. I always will." he leaned into your lips, whispering it back before giving you a kiss. 

[markkiatocafe]

hi idk if you’re taking requests but could i get she fell first but he fell harder type of ordeal with haechan? reader really likes him & doesn’t mind showing it, but haechan brushes her off, she finally takes a hint, but he actually liked it, he was just flustered but now that she’s stopped he’s realized he’s in deep with her and doesn’t want her to stop??

intro : dreamscape

𖠚 warnings: they’re baking cookies, haechan calls reader “pretty,” multiple times, other than that quite fluffy i think!!!!

𖠚 synop: haechan doesn’t realize his feelings for you until you do something about it. you don’t intend to make him want you, but, hey, you’re not complaining.

𖠚 pairing: fem!reader x downbad!haechan

𖠚 w.c: 725

𖠚 a/n: hiii anon!!!! i am taking requests ><!!! i hope you like this :33 i love this trope (plus any cheesy trope in general tbh) sm….. this was also sm fun to write, so i hope it’s as fun to read!!!!

you’ve been friends with haechan since highschool. although, only a few months ago did you start to realize that you honestly have some pretty deep feelings for him.

you were never one to really hide your feelings, you made jokes and sarcastic remarks about how you felt towards haechan multiple times before, but usually he just brushed it off or made a flirty but clearly friend-zoning joke back. you had even flat out told him you liked him one time, and he just replied back, “who wouldn’t like someone like me?” so, you felt he established your place pretty clearly.

until recently.

recently, haechan had started to be more… clingy. it was in small ways, asking you to come over more often, letting his hand brush against yours if you both reached for something, pulling away at the last millisecond, and he even started making teasing remarks towards you. so, today you decided to confront him.

not really confront him, he wasn’t a criminal or something, but you were curious where all this clingy nature came from so suddenly. today you were going over to his house, to make cookies and watch a movie, so it was all laid out for you, anyways.

you were currently working on the cookies together, music playing from haechan’s speaker in the background, a demo he had been working on. he was giving you the, “premium best friend preview privileges,” as he called it. you were busy cutting up the dough with the metal cookie-cutters you brought, which were in the shapes of leaves.

“here, let me do it,” haechan suddenly spoke up after fiddling with his phone to play the right song and connect to the bluetooth speaker. he walked over to you, gently moving you out of the way and taking the cookie-cutter from your hand. “don’t want you to get a cut on those pretty hands, do we?” he said, his voice having that signature flirty tone, although, it was too real. too genuine to just be a joke this time, the same way it had been sounding way too much recently.

“why have you been acting like that so much lately?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him suspiciously, crossing your arms across your chest.

he tilted his head at you a little bit, still cutting the cookies, a tiny smirk playing on his lips as he shrugged. “what do you mean, pretty?” he replied, feigning innocence.

you put out your hands, holding them out just like how you held his heart so tightly without either of you even realizing it. “that!!!” you pointed a finger at him. “that tone!!!”

he shrugged, letting out a soft laugh. “i don’t know what you mean, i’m just being me.”

you rolled your eyes, huffing. “you do know what i mean, because you’re smiling. you do that when you lie,” you retorted.

he couldn’t help but feel a little, tiny bit of warmth in his chest that you even noticed that. he brushed that to the side for now, though. “i can’t be affectionate to my best friend?” he asked, drawing out the words at the end. as flirty as he was, he was so stubborn to admit it when actual feelings were behind the flirty comments and nicknames.

“you know that’s not what i mean.” you replied, your voice a little more serious now, “your voice has this, like… underlying tone. like i’m the most special thing in the world.” you said, as your voice got more serious, it also got quieter. it didn’t dawn on you how it would be a little odd to talk about this so directly. implying that someone has feelings for you is… nerve wracking, especially when there’s a huge chance they could just brush it off as nothing. “knock it off.” you added at the end, your voice back to a relatively normal volume, trying to add that lightheartedness back to the conversation at hand.

haechan let out a soft sigh. the sad thing was, he couldn’t say you were wrong. he placed down the cookie cutter, opening the oven and placing them in. “maybe you are the most special thing in the world,” he said, his voice quiet, thoughtful in it’s own way as he turned the dials on the stove to turn it on. “at least, in my world.”

[fantasticfourthwingimagines]

Bless this Ground Pairing - Garrick Tavis x RiorsonSister!Reaader Summary - When Garrick returns back to Aretia after being away for a week and a half, he reminds you how he is entirely yours. Word Count - 3.4k Warnings - SMUT, Language, but adorable. Reader is kinda a brat and Garrick loves it.

You couldn’t help the little surge of giddiness as your fingers trailed down the stone pathway, breathing in the earth and the familiar scent of home. While the circumstances that had gotten you there weren’t so pretty, you couldn’t deny that you had missed it and the memories. While your mom had been with you, she’d always taught you to focus on the good things in life, so while there were some bad memories in this place, you chose to remember the good ones. Sneaking down at night to have a midnight glass of milk with Xaden, your mother’s soft singing as she brushes your hair, the rare but precious spark of your father’s smile, play fights with Liam, gossiping with Sloane about the stable boys, and of course . . . Garrick’s hand in yours as you snuck off to the forest to catch a glimpse of any visiting dragons. Who would have ever guessed in a few years you would both be bonded to dragons of your own? 

A hand caught your wrist and tugged you into a nearby alcove, jolting you from your thoughts. Your startled breath turned to a gasp of pure surprise and joy. The small light lit up a face you hadn’t let yourself hope to see yet. Garrick, smiling.  

“You’re back!” It felt like a great weight had been lifted off your chest and all of the sudden, air rushed back into your lungs. Your hands reached out to cup his cheeks, reassuring yourself that he was here, in front of you and breathing. 

“Miss me?” Garrick said, his smile so big that an adorable dimple popped out. 

You couldn’t resist fucking with him. “Well I did need something off a high shelf the other day . . . but then I remembered I can move stuff with my mind, so . . .”

You bit your lip to hide your smirk as he backed you up against the wall, leaving no space between your bodies. “I’ve been gone a week and a half, and you’re being a brat.” He said. Those large, calloused hands settled on your hips, rubbing circles with his thumbs. 

Eager to touch him all over, you let your hands slip down his face to the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his soft curls. You could no longer hide your smirk as you looked up at him. “I thought you loved it when I was being a brat.” 

Garrick leaned down, and you felt your heart rate pick up as he nuzzled into your neck, his breath fanning across your exposed skin. “I do, but not when I’ve spent the last eleven days stopping myself from walking across half the continent to sneak into your bed at night.” 

Sometimes, it was still hard to believe that Garrick Tavis, the boy you’d crushed on most of your life, was now yours. Your relationship hadn’t changed much in all actuality. The two of you acted the same as you always had, except now there was sex involved. But then Garrick would say something like that, and your heart would feel like it was going to combust because it couldn’t be real. 

But it was real. He was here, holding you against his body, telling you how much he missed you. You let that little part of yourself, the part you usually buried because it showed weakness, slip past your walls for him. “You should have, because I was wishing you were there every night.” You admitted. 

Your body turned to absolute jelly as his lips pressed against the side of your neck, leaving a tender, but still heat inducing, kiss. “You were, huh?” He said in a pleased tone. 

You were so happy he was back you couldn’t even deny it if you wanted to. “I think even more than when you were at Basgaith the first two years.” You admitted. 

Garrick pulled back enough to press his forehead to yours, eyes locked on yours like they were the only thing he could see. “I thought about you all the time those two years. Especially the first one when I couldn’t write you. You know that right?” 

You looked away, unable to meet those soft hazel eyes. Words you’d been hearing all week echoed in your head, souring the sweetness of the moment. Your body tensed, hands slipping from his shoulders. “Not like I thought about you. You were too busy fucking around apparently.” You murmured, feeling yourself start to close off again. 

“Woah, wait, look at me.” Garrick said, his fingers reaching for your chin and turning you back to face him. “Yeah, maybe I didn’t think about you like that back then, because I was a fucking idiot, but don’t think for a second I didn’t miss you. Every time I saw a dragon flying over I thought of you in those woods. Every time I rode Chradh I thought about how amazed you would be.” His thumb rubbed along your jawline. “Where did that come from?” 

You immediately felt embarrassed. You hated feeling insecure, and you hated that you let someone make you feel that way with a couple of snide comments. This was why you didn’t let your walls down. When you did your emotions always got the better of you. You let out a sigh, shaking your head. “Nowhere. I don’t want to argue-”

His grip tightened the slightest bit on your chin. “No, you don’t lie to me, and that didn’t come out of nowhere. What happened while I was gone?” 

He was right. You didn’t lie to him. “Alina.” You muttered, hating the way the name tasted. 

Garrick groaned. “Seriously? That was once. Regrettable. Forgettable. Trust me - I never wanted to touch her again. I think she bit me. Not in a fun way.” He said simply, as if that was all the conversation she was worth. “You?” His hand slid down your leg, thumb grazing your inner thigh. “I’m desperate to touch every damn second of every day.” 

Your breath hitched. Heat crawled up your neck and into your cheeks, his words wrecking whatever defenses you had left. “Sounds like you have a bit of an addiction there, Tavis.” 

“Oh, you have no idea.” He said, and you let out a startled gasp that turned into a laugh as he grasped your thighs, hoisting you up in the air, and pinning you to the wall with his hips. “I should seek help for it.” 

Just like that, you felt weightless again, a stupid grin tugging at your lips as your hands slid over his broad shoulders. “You know sometimes . . . I think indulging yourself and your addictions can be a good thing.” 

Garrick smirked at you. “Well as long as I have your permission-”

You barely had time to cling to him before he took a step, and the world warped around you, air compressing like a breath held too long. It lasted for a second, then you found yourself in your bedroom. You slapped his shoulder as he started carrying you over to your bed. “You’re supposed to warn me when you do that!” 

You landed on the bed with a surprised oof. “That’s what you get for being a jealous brat.” He replied, keeping his eyes locked on you as he stripped his shirt off. 

Gods he was too hot. No one but Garrick had ever made you this horny in your life. You let your gaze sweep across every inch of his exposed chest and biceps, licking your lips at the sight. He was all muscle and sun-warmed skin, sculpted like a god. You wanted your hands on every inch. 

His smirk deepened as he approached, climbing on the bed in front of you, one knee at a time. “You’re staring.” He pointed out, slipping his hands under your knees and pulling them apart so he could settle between your thighs. 

Your eyes slipped back to his. “I like the view.” You admitted, grinning up at him. 

Garrick reached down to tug at the ankle of your leggings until they were off your hips, your underwear following soon after, and slid them down the rest of your legs. “I like the view too.” He said, and you let out a moan as he took one of your feet in his hand and started massaging the sole. It felt so damn good. “You make that sound again, and this whole massage is getting skipped.” He warned you, but his hands didn’t stop. 

An idea struck you, and you lifted your foot that he wasn’t touching to press against his cock in his leathers. By what you felt there, he wasn’t kidding. “Want me to give you a massage to? Make it even?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him. 

He grabbed your foot, giving you a warning look that shot heat straight to your core. “Can you not behave for five minutes while I take your clothes off?” 

“What’s the fun in that?” You teased. “Besides.” You sat up, using your foot to push him down backwards on the bed, crawling on top to settle on his hips. “What if I want to take care of you?” 

You caught the glimmer of intrigue in Garrick’s eyes. As many times as the two of you have had sex, you hadn’t been on top yet. Not because you didn’t want to, just because you hadn’t had the chance. “I’m fine with that.” He murmured, his hands slipping beneath your shirt to tug at the hem. “This has got to go though.” 

Gripping the bottom, you tugged it over your head, the band around your breasts following soon after. His gaze swept over you, slow and reverent. You’d never get used to the way he looked at you - like you were the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. Unable to resist, you leaned down and kissed him, shivering when his hands slid up your back and tangled in your hair, wrapping the strands tight in his fists. 

Kissing Garrick always felt like coming home, warm and grounding, like your entire body could exhale. But there was fire, too. Passion, heat, and the kind of connection that only came from knowing someone so well that your body responded without hesitation. You wanted to sink into it, into him, and never come up for air, but instead, you pulled back enough to whisper against his lips. “I missed you so much, Garrick Tavis.” 

You felt his smile against your lips, and then he kissed you harder, his tongue brushing across the seam of your lips that you immediately opened for him. You heard him let out a groan as you rolled your hips against him, then did it again. Gods you loved the sound of that, knowing you were responsible for it. You eased back, letting your nails trail down his toned chest, something you’d been aching to do, feeling the smooth skin until you reached the buttons of his leathers. 

The heat in his gaze made your fingers tremble as you unbuttoned his pants, and you got off of him to slide them and his underwear down his hips. Once they were gone, you paused for a heartbeat, to admire the flawless man beneath you, the man who was entirely yours. You might not be the best at expressing your feelings with words, but you could for sure do it with your body. You gripped him in your hand, watching his face as his jaw tensed at your touch. It was one of your favorite things to do when the two of you were together. You loved knowing that you could make this big strong man turn into putty and watching him fight the urge to do it. “You seem a little tense,” you said as you began stroking him. “Anything I can help with?” You started leaning down over him, keeping your gaze locked in his. 

“Fuck,” he hissed as you took the tip of his dick into your mouth, sucking gently before he even had the chance to think of an answer to your question. “I swear you’re going to be the death of me.” He groaned, his head falling back against the bed. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off Garrick as you went further down on him, heat flooding your body and going straight to your core as you watched his reactions. He was so damn hot like this. A moan left your lips though as his hand reached out to grip your hair again, holding you in place against him as he started to thrust into your mouth. You let him do what he wanted, your own hand sliding down your body to touch yourself, desperate for any sense of relief. When you watched his abs start to tense with the effort of holding back, you slid off of him, your hands dragging up and down his muscular thighs. “In my mouth or inside of me?” 

“Gods,” he groans at the question. “Inside of you.” 

He let go of your hair so you could slide up his body, meeting him in another bruising kiss. You didn’t think you’d ever get tired of kissing him, and the sinful moan he let out when he tasted himself on your tongue made it even better. He was impatient though, and you grinned against his lips as he grabbed the backs of your thighs, sliding you up more until you were situated directly on top of him. You pulled away, your lips lingering for as long as possible before you sat up, placing one hand on his chest and using the other to help guide him inside of you. 

This time you had to close your eyes, your head falling back as he filled you up so exquisitely. Everything about Garrick was big, and this was no exception. You had to go slow, but with the way he was gripping you, you don’t think he minded. Finally, you settled against his hips, tilting your head back down to look at him to find him staring at you, a dazed expression in his eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He said. 

Affection filled your chest almost to an explosion. How did he always know what to say to get past those stone walls you built to protect yourself? You bit your lip as you looked down at him, taking one of your hands and brushing some hair back from his face. “And all yours.” You reminded him, cupping his cheek in your hand. 

He turned his head to kiss your palm, then faced you once more, his hands sliding up your hips to your chest, and you let out a moan as his hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing across your nipples, and sending white hot waves of pleasure straight down your core. 

You started moving on top of him, setting a slow pace so you could enjoy the feeling of him inside of you for as long as possible. He didn’t seem to mind, his hands occupied with your breasts. After a few minutes though, you could sense him getting tense again, and you let out a gasp of pleasure when on your next downward thrust, he snapped his hips up to meet you, the heat and pleasure causing your nails to dig into his shoulders. “Fuck Gar.” You gasped, moaning when he did it again. It felt so damn good, too damn good. 

“Come here,” he demanded, and tugged you down for a messy kiss, one of his hands sliding up into your hair, and the other traveling down your body to right where you needed him the most. His first touch made your rhythm stutter for a moment, and another moan left your lips as he began to circle your clit with his thumb. “Keep going.” Garrick murmured against your lips, thrusting up into you again. 

Both of you picked up the pace, struggling to catch your breath, but so close to that high, you didn’t even care. You could feel it building, cresting as he fucked up hard into you. You tried to meet every thrust with just as much passion, chasing that wave of pleasure until it crashed over you, white hot and intense. He swallowed your scream of his name with his lips, thrusting into you until he found his own release a few moments later. 

You had collapsed on top of him, and you sighed as he rolled the two of you until you were on your back and he hovered on top of you. A satisfied smile fell on your lips, followed by a breathless laugh as he bent down and attacked your face with kisses. That laugh turned into soft sighs though as he started kissing down your body, stopping to pay special attention to your breasts. Gods he was already getting you turned on again. “Gar . . .” You moaned as he continued to kiss down your body. “Baby what are you doing?” You asked as he hiked your legs over his large shoulders. 

That adorable dimple was out in full force as he looked at you, his hands gripping your thighs beside his head. “Just showing you how much I missed you.” Garrick replied, and then his tongue was licking up your slit. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the pleasure. You were already so fucking sensitive, and then the thought of how he was licking up not only your mess, but his as well, made this one of the hottest things he’d ever done. It felt so good it hurt. It didn’t help that Garrick was already well versed in where to put his tongue and fingers to make you feel incredible. When he slipped two fingers inside of you and focused his tongue on your clit, you practically leapt off the bed. 

You could feel him chuckle against you, and a strong arm fell across your hips holding you in place as he doubled his efforts. The needy noises that were leaving your mouth were unlike anything you’d ever made, and probably would have embarrassed you if you could think of anything other than the pleasure. It was overstimulating. It was amazing. It was too much. It was just right. The build up to your orgasm was so much faster this time, and you tugged at his hair, desperate for it. 

Garrick, sensing what you needed, curled his fingers, touching a special spot inside of you that had you seeing stars and coming harder than you ever had in your life. In fact, you were pretty sure you yanked some of his hair out as you fell into a wave of unbelievable bliss. 

He didn’t let up though, working you through it and extending the pleasure until you couldn’t take it anymore and shoved him away. With a soft kiss to your inner thigh that had you whimpering, he got up, heading to the bathroom and coming back with a washcloth. You jerked as he started cleaning you up, more sensitive than you’d ever felt in your life, but he grabbed a hold of your leg, pinning you in place. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

You sank into the mattress, eyes drifting closed as you replayed every moment in your head - until the bed dipped behind you and Garrick’s warm body curled around yours, pulling you close.

This - this was where you belonged. No questions. No doubt. Everything felt right when you were with Garrick. It was even better at your home too, the place the two of you had shared so many summers together. Your fingers traced lazy lines up and down his arm, a soft smile on your lips. “Think if I survive this war, Xaden will let me take summer leave here every now and then?” 

“I’d like to think we’ve got some pull there.” Garrick murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your bare shoulder. 

You bit your lip at his response, fight the smile spreading across your face. “We? You coming with me, Tavis?” 

Garrick pulled you tighter. “I love you, woman. I’m going wherever you go.” 

Gods, you’d never get used to him saying that. You lifted one of his hands to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles as you blinked hard, trying not to cry. “I love you too.” You whispered, sending a silent prayer to Dunne that the two of you would have years, decades, to keep saying it.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Mermaid Conquest. Mermaid Conquest. Mermaid Conquest. Need the Conqussy. I just know that old man fish is tipping the boat of his favourite fisherman and leaving dead whales on the beach outside his home like a cat.

Mer!Conquest x male reader

I went on a bit of another tangent, so....

Do we know who won eurovision yet?

Im stuck on if he would be an orca, a giant manta ray, or like a whole coelacanth or smth just as ancient cuz hes old...  

Imagine reader being an older man, maybe hes a veteran, or maybe hes just worked his whole life and wants peace and quiet. Buying a home near the beach, far enough away from everything to be isolated, but close enough that he could drive to town once or twice a month. 

Reader wants to just spend his days fishing, fishing enough to feed himself and his three dogs and seven cats. The cats and one of the dogs showed up on the property when he moved in and he can't just kick them out, you know? The cats are all named after days of the week. The dogs are named after alcohol brands. 

Just happens that reader moved into Conquest's territory, which is said to be pretty peaceful, because no one else dares move in or cause trouble, but no one dares sail there either.  

Reader setting out in his personal boat, just chugging along, throwing a line out, and just chilling in silence. Poor guy doesn't notice the massive shadow under his boat every time he goes out. 

Conquest is a hunter, so he doesn't attack the first many times, instead he just observes, and like Ariel, he falls in love with this older rugged human. Shit happens, you two meet, you almost leave cuz that's... a massive mer, who doesn't even shy away from mentioning all the humans and other mers he's eaten. 

Insert Conquest figuring out he can tip your boat because he wants a kiss, so he tries to lean on the side of your boat to get to you, only for it to flip like a tiny piece of wood. Everything goes overboard, but hey, Conquest gets to hold you and swim you back to shore.  

You will end up covered in bites, love bites, but bites. Rumors spread around town when you show up covered in bondages, the ones on your hands bloody because Conquest likes nibbling on your hands as foreplay. 

The dogs fear him and stay very far away from the shore. The cats have no fear whatsoever, you have caught them laying on top of his fish half when he's sunbathing on the beach. 

When he starts bringing you dead stuff you have to be like “hey babe, thank you, but you can't keep doing that, it's affecting the local ecosystem”. Conquest is all grumbly and growly about it, but he starts bringing you rocks or other stuff instead, mainly to keep you happy.  

You two fucking would be almost comical because of the size different. His human half is already big, but his fish half is MASSIVE, no matter what kinda fish he is. Theres no way for Conquest to lay on top of you, because you will die, as he has to weigh tons. And him lying on his back with you on top, rutting, is kinda goofy looking. But hey, it works. 

I don't think Conquest has ever really gotten off or mated with anybody in the past, he can't really reach where his slit is right, and sure you may be smaller than him, but it feels really good. It feels so good that Conquest doesn't want to stop, for a long time, so you end up having to run further on to land so he can't get you. Cons of being so damn big means he can't get very far, but he is lurking. 

Conquest gets even more possessive and territorial, no mer dares approach the very area he is, and his territory grows because he's prowling and chasing off anyone who gets close. It gets around in the mer community that old Conquest has finally found a mate. Most are going “good for him, about damn time”, but they also stay away because he will kill them. 

Imagine Conquest getting you to groom his moustache and different parts of his body as like a romance ritual. With him you can be pretty rough because of his size and resilience, but he has to be so careful with you because you are a weak human. 

Crack thought, researchers somehow catching a whiff of your romance and wanting to research Conquest, or maybe shoot a documentary. You have to run to them and be like “no, you can't, he will kill all of you, I'm so serious right now.”, and you just see Conquest laying on the beach in the background, glaring bloody murder at the researchers for being near his mate. 

Another crack thought, your family coming to your place for like the holidays. One of your nieces or nephews recording a tiktok of you and Conquest with some kinda caption like “pov: you're visiting your reclusive uncle” or “and they say love is dead” and its massive mer Conquest laying on the beach, with his head in your lap, cut to a clip of you sitting on his back in the water, etc. The caption has “Wtf is my uncle on” and all the comments are being going “smash” “I get it” “until the wallpaper is peeling” 

[johns-walker]

I never really cared for John Walker in the Falcon TV series, but after watching Thunderrbolts, I kinda need him, bad. So if you’re willing to write a request, may I request just John, devouring reader in a kiss? Like, hot and heavy, pushing her against the wall 👉👈

for some reason i never even got notified of this ask but guess what i saw it in fact!!! also yes. yes yes yes.

john walker/f!reader

cw; making out, almost smut (again LOL)

Rooming with a superhero probably wasn’t something that you anticipated, or something that you could have even tried to predict the outcome of. Or, you were pretty sure he was a superhero? He was an Avenger, but before that he wasn’t an Avenger and he was just depressed and also living with you because he was going through a divorce. It was just supposed to be a minor living situation because you were both kind of out on your asses, but now you were… friends? Friends, but you were attracted to him and also he came home covered in blood and three days late half of the time and sometimes you simply weren’t sure how you were ever supposed to feel about the situation. 

Tonight was no exception to the rule. 

You were sitting on your couch when he walked in, his face bruised and his cheek split open. It was the same thing that it always was, with you patching him up. Typically, though, he would go to bed right after and you would talk a bit in the morning. But he had become friendlier with you since he joined this team. His mental health was doing better, and you were becoming closer. Regardless of how nervous it made you, you liked it. 

“Why do you sit up waiting for me?” He asked, leaning against the kitchen counter while you fixed him a cup of tea. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I came home at midnight and you were ready for me to get here, even though I’m late sometimes.” Late often, was more like it. But that really only made you sound worse in terms of the situation, so you didn’t feel the need to correct him.

“Because I care about you.” It was a simple answer, but one that you fully meant. You cared about him, and you were worried about him not coming home. You knew it was more than that, but he had always seemed pretty oblivious to that fact. Until now, at least. Now, he was looking at you like he could see right through you, and it was making you incredibly nervous. 

What you couldn’t have known was that he had a very candid conversation with Yelena and Ava earlier about his feelings, about the fact that he very clearly had a relatively intimate relationship with his roommate who they were certain was probably in love with him from the way that he described her. 

“Walker?”

He seemed to be pondering, moving closer to you. You held out the mug for him, assuming in your heart that was what he wanted. But he said nothing, and even though he took the mug, he simply set it down beside you. 

“John?” 

“Tell me to stop, if you want me to stop.” When you felt his hand on your jaw, cradling your cheek and tilting your face up so you would have to look at him, you knew there was some small part of your mind that was telling him that he should stop. You were friends, and you didn’t want to ruin that because of your complicated feelings toward him. But the way that he was looking at you told you that you had no reason to be so nervous, that your complicated feelings really didn’t need to be all that complicated anymore. 

When you didn’t tell him to stop, he didn’t bother hesitating as he pressed his lips against yours. It was experimental at first, neither of you really knowing what it was that the other person wanted. But when it became clear that what he wanted was you, and that what you wanted was him, neither of you really felt that need to be all too timid. 

It felt as if every single emotion that you had been trying to conceal within yourself was coming out. All of the passion that you felt toward him, the need to kiss him and be with him and tell him that you were painfully and obviously attracted to him and cared about him more than you were supposed to care about a friend. Everything came out, and he seemed to be enjoying it. The loss of tension, but the need to get somehow closer all-but consuming the both of you. 

His kiss became needy, and you were desperate for more. 

You didn’t notice that he had your back against the wall until you were there, his body trapping you between it and the flowery wallpaper that he had claimed he would change when you both decided to move into this apartment. Each second, it felt like his kiss got deeper. You could feel body pressed against yours, his lips against yours so roughly that it almost felt like he was trying to consume you whole. 

His teeth sunk into your bottom lip after a moment, a whine leaving your throat that almost embarrassed you. Walker’s bite was nearly enough to hurt, nearly enough to leave a mark on the inside of your mouth. You almost wished that he would, that his teeth would indent you so when he was away you could still feel him. He seemed to take note of that passion, of that lingering clinginess that you always tried to hide when he was away for prolonged periods of time. 

He didn’t mind that you grabbed onto his coat, pulling him tightly against you. I return, you didn’t mind when his hand snaked behind your head and tugged at your hair. He pulled your head back just enough so that he could trail his lips down your jaw, a needy sigh leaving your mouth as you felt his lips pulling your skin in between them. There was a desire building in your core that you couldn’t deny, a need to be even closer to him that was growing inside of you. 

After a moment, you grabbed his chin to pull his face back to yours. He let you kiss him with all the passion that you had been wanting to get out. The worry, and the desire, and the feelings that you had been trying to conceal. His hands moved to grab onto your hips, to keep you pressed against him as tightly as he could. You knew that you both wanted more. You could feel it in your stomach, in your chest, and in the way that he seemed to be subtly trying to get your leg up and over his hip so he could press against you even tighter. 

At some point, you would need to discuss this, but perhaps the moment wasn’t when you finally gave him what he wanted – when you could feel the evidence of his arousal against you. With one movement of his hips against yours, you knew that you would give into your desires before either of you even considered having a serious conversation about this. 

“We’ll talk-” He stopped talking after a moment, his voice rough, needy – breathless. “When I’m done with you.” 

It was as though he was reading your mind, but it wasn’t a surprise that you were both seemingly having the same thoughts about this situation.

With a smile, you pulled him back down to your level, your lips brushing against the corner of his mouth. “Sounds good to me.”

Of all of the long nights that you had since Walker became an Avenger, this was certainly the best one to date.

[your-nanas-house]

Can you do cage sex with Joe??? He kidnaps you and then sexy stuff happens in the cage but at the end you realize he really isn't ever going to let you go? Thank you I LOVE your Joe fics

Yessss. Omg, thank you ♡ Sorry it took me so long 😭

Glass cage

◇ Pairing: Joe Goldberg x fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, Joe being Joe, kidnapping, glass cage, lies

◇ Summary: Y/n tries to escape by seducing Joe.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Her head had hit the glass in frustration, the cold surface pressed against the warmth of her cheek. She had been locked since days now and started to get used to the routine.

Waiting, receiving, waiting, suffering, receiving.

She had been stuck in the waiting phase since probably hours, her hopes pretty low to see Joe enter the basement. But not zero.

The door opened, and a glimmer of light appeared on the dusty stairs. His footsteps were slow, he probably was carrying something with him as he made his way downstairs.

"Joe!" The young woman quickly beamed, pressing her hands against the glass in hope to see what the man was doing. To ease her heartbeat and fear.

Was he there to feed her again? Bring her a book? Good news? Free her?... hopefully.

"I brought you some more paper so you won't be out of it for your book. How is your writing going so far?" His voice filled the basement, making her tired mind realize she wasn't alone anymore. With all the time spent on her own and the continued planning to escape, she started to cope a bit to protect her from what was happening.

"Thank you.... yes, I've been writing some pages, but I'm stuck. I feel so lonely and guilty... for the way I treated you. You were just doing it for me, to protect me and help me, and I was just so...." Y/n stopped her voice, cracking during her lie. She really hoped that the bookseller wouldn't notice and just go along with what she was confessing.

Hopefully freeing her.

But of course, it wasn't that simple. His face mirrored a mix of confusion, uncertainty and hope. His doe brown eyes staring intently at her figure waiting for her to continue.

"Ungrateful. I'm sorry for that, Joe... I miss you, miss having you close.. I miss your cock" she whispered, pressing her body against the glass with a fake desperate facade.

The man in front of her was a complex instrument, a couple of wrong buttons and the symphony would change into a horrible thing. But with the right ones everything could go for the best.

"Could you ever forgive me? Please, Joe. We could starts everything from the beginning. Buy a house with a white fence, get a dog... kids" her tone got more pleading and soft, tears welling up in her eyes as a soft smile appeared on her face.

Joe didn't speak yet, his eyes following her as he looked up with hope and "love". His chest felt suddenly warm and everything felt right in his point of view. His slender fingers played with the keys, searching the right one so unlock the door.

His guard seemed still up as he opened it carefully, stepping inside and closer to her.

His expression was mimicking a puppy's one, his soft gaze piercing in hers as he hesitantly approached as if he thought he was in a dream. It wasn't a dream, though.

Y/n was still locked and was playing a dangerous game. A bad move and she could end up even worse, maybe six feet under.

"I'm so glad you can finally see it. We are meant to be, we always have... since you walked in the bookshop." He rambled out, his hands rested shakily on her hips to pull her into a hug. Their bodies flush against each other, fabric rubbing softly together as their perfumes mixed together.

A hesitant look up to meet his brown eyes and their lips were locked in a kiss. A kiss that seemed now almost foreign, different from the ones they shared before the disaster. It was needy, passionate yet tender and vulnerable just like Joe's touch.

The door was still open, just leaned, a clear message of possible freedom. The mere thought was enough to inject adrenaline in Y/n's veins, her lips moving more fiercely against his. One of her hands tangled in his brown curls while the other started to unbutton his shirt. She dreamed about freedom, she couldn't bear staying in that glass cage for any longer.

Her hands worked quickly on his belt, unbottoning and unzipping, before moving her hand in them. Her palm pressed against his hardening crotch, causing the man to whimper in pleasure.

His brown eyes flattered shut for a moment as to take in the sensation of having her hand again on him.

"Always wondered how—" Y/n started, shutting herself when her lips pressed against Joe's. Her movements increased in speed, stroking now his erection through the soft fabric of his underwear. Meanwhile his hand had slipped in her pants as well, rubbing her clit as he peppered kisses wherever he could.

It didn't take much time for the man to squirm and move her hand away, already too close to the climax. They hadn't fucked in a while and Joe wanted it to be more than 8 seconds or a couple of minutes, nutting on her hand like a teenager. He wished to be inside her, feel her, trust her.

In little time Y/n's face was against the cold glass of the cage, legs spread as Joe's cock kept thrusting between her folds. His hands pressed hers against the surface as he kept grunting in her ear, repeating as a mantra 'I love you' when he reached his climax.

And... then the door got locked again. Locking her there again.

"Joe?" Y/n's voice broke, her eyes wide as she watched him, now fully dressed. His brown watery eyes pierced hers as he smiled goofily, hearth beating like crazy.

[platonicyanderereverie]

Hey, I love your platonic yandere roommate Sonic. Since he wants his roommate to go to his matches so bad, I was wondering how he would react if they couldn’t handle the noise or crowd of the matches. If you feel up for it, could you write something like that?

Ofcc thank you for requesting <333

{Platonic yandere! roommate! Sonic with a reader that doesn't like crowds and loud noises (aka his matches).}

[Warnings: none,]

The cheering, the people scuttling around on the bleacher, the yells and general chaos from the crowd alone? Yeah, no thanks.

It was the first time Sonic had practically begged and pleaded, dragging you to one of his matches. He was practically radiating when he "finally got you to stop being cooped up in your room."

There truly was no ill intent behind the grip around your wrist and grin he flashed you. He just wanted you to socialise a little (not too much tho) and totally get blown away by how he sweeps the field.

You'd barely sat down for a few minutes before you just couldn't take it anymore.

His grin faltered when he saw your spot on the bleachers empty. Oh-

He found you after the game and felt like a bit of a douchebag as his pout deepened and his arms clung to you, his cheek on your head. Once he fully realises the situation and that it might not just be a confidence problem he could hype you out of... he softens.

He was bummed, sure..he’d have liked to hear you cheer his awesome self on and shoot off towards you as soon as a match finished, but he could work with that.

And hell, as he began planning more activities with just you two in the dorm, it was actually working out in his favor. Drawling on about how this was so much better than going to the movies with other people as he pulled you closer into his side on movie nights.

Getting back from matches, and since you weren't there, using it as an excuse to talk your ear off about what happened- how he went woosh! and wham! and easily won the race!

He would start steering you away from crowded places and loud people (even if he is one) outside of matches as well. Like "Yeah, no, they'll pass," as he tugs you away from a crowd of club recruiters.

Overall, he would be pretty bummed put, but figure out a way to make it work or use it to his advantage.

[yoiisa]

2AM, WHO DO YOU LOVE? ⋆˙⟡ REO MIKAGE

"My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again, These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you." - "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift Tags: TW for mentions of an arranged marriage as well as familial fights towards the end of the story, but other than that, just pure, unadulterated fairytale, Cinderella fluff!

a/n: This is part of a little series I doing where I’m writing BLLK fics for each of my fav songs on all the T Swift albums. I did  Bachira’s (Fearless), Kaiser’s (Lover), Rin’s (Midnights), Oliver's (Red), Nagi’s (TTPD), and Nanase's (Debut). This is Speak Now.

“Enchanted” is literally Speak Now in a nutshell, so I knew this had to be the song I chose. I also highly recommend listening to "Planetarium" and "Mia and Sebastian's Theme" from La La Land in general but also specifically for this fic. Speak Now is one of my top 3 TS albums of all time, so this was so much fun to write! Hope you enjoy!

The drinks were way too bitter for his liking.

Reo honestly should be literally anywhere and everywhere, but his father's temper had run way too short. After skipping out on the last gala to practice soccer with Nagi, his dad had very . . . choice words for Reo, and any hopes and schemes of ditching tonight were promptly shut down.

So now here he was, in a suit, with no tie because he refused to be suffocating even more than he already was, watching the throng of pretentious assholes and their wives mingle with each other. He supposed he could gorge himself on the plate of shrimps sitting on the tables lining the sides of the rooms, but he'd already visited the refreshments twice, and he didn't want to look like a glutton.

Reo's fingers run through his hair, mussing the strands. His too-perfect hairdo comes undone easily, despite the amount of hairspray and gel went into securing it. He takes another sip of his drink, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut in order to prevent the grimace from overpowering his face.

When he opens them, his gaze trains the doors that have just opened. A girl slips through them, a lilac dress hugging her silhouette. Her hands wear gloves up to her elbows and she looks around the room, appearing a bit uncomfortable at the sea of people around her. Reo sympathizes with her- after all, if he could bolt this second, he would.

His eyes follow her as she maneuvers through the sea of people, before getting to the foot of the staircase that he's standing at the top of. She glances behind her nervously, before continuing up the steps at a quicker pace. When she looks up and sees him, she smiles.

Reo's heart stops. The whole room seems to stop, it's noise reducing dramatically, the people stilling completely. The only two people alive in this party is him . . . and her.

She nods in a greeting and brushes past him. Suddenly, the world continues to spin and Reo whirls around.

"Wait!" he calls, darting up after her. She turns and looks up at him as he comes to stand next to him. He clears his throat, suddenly feeling stupid for his outburst. Why'd he call after her like that? What should he say now? His throat is going dry, he can feel it.

"Are you hot?" you ask, and Reo's brain short circuits.

"W-what?"

"Your face," you point out, "it's turning all red."

"Ah, umm," Reo smiles nervously and shakes his head. He takes a handkerchief from his pocket and fans himself a little. "No. I'm not hot right now. Although it is pretty stuffy in here, no?"

You nod and sigh, "Tell me about it." Your eyes dart back over all the people, a hint of that nervousness returning.

"Are you looking for someone?" Reo asks while trying to keep the disappointment from his voice.

You startle and shake your head, profusely saying, "Oh, no no, not at all. I'm, umm, actually kinda trying to avoid someone right now."

"Avoid?"

You look down at the floor. "My parents want to set me up with the son of some rich guy, but I don't know who it is. I've been kinda avoiding them the whole night because I'm scared the minute they catch me, they'll sweep me off to meet him."

"Damn," Reo says dumbfounded. "Do you know who the guy is? I can help you keep a lookout."

You shake your head. "I don't know anything about him. They told me in the car, but . . . I guess I was so shocked I completely tuned them out. I didn't even know they knew someone this high class to come to a party like this. I was just gonna go hide in the bathroom until it was time to leave."

Reo chuckles. "Well, I mean, the bathroom is a good hiding spot, but the view is shit, literally," you snort and he smirks. "I can take you to a better spot to get away from the crowd."

"You've hidden here before?"

"My parents own this venue."

"Oh."

He snorts and takes your wrist, gently pulling you up the rest of the stairs and into a corridor. "C'mon."

Reo guides you down hallways lined with expensive decor, the sheer size of his house leaving you feeling breathless. Your family wasn't the most wealthy, but you were pretty well off still. Nevertheless, you felt like you lived in the slums compared to the grandeur of this house.

He finally leads you out onto a balcony, which overlooks the Tokyo city skyline. Tiny specks of lights glimmer out in front of you, blinking in a sea of darkness otherwise. You marvel at it all, your hand falling from Reo's as you step out farther onto the balcony. He watches as you become more and more enamored with each passing step.

"Do you like it?" he asks sheepishly.

"It's beautiful."

He nods. "I used to come out here and play hide and seek when I was little. I'd sit in the corner over there and wait until someone found me."

You smile, but suddenly, a gust of wind brushes past the two of you. The skirt of your dress ruffles in the breeze and your hair blows wildly around you. You wrap your arms around yourself to try and shield yourself from the chill, but then fabric envelopes you. You open your eyes and look up to see Reo smiling down at you, and wrapping his suit's jacket around your shoulders.

You blush a little and tug the lapels a bit tighter around you. "What a prince you are."

"How could I leave a lady out here in the cold all helpless?" he teases back.

You giggle and he swears he could get drunk on the sound alone. Seeing you like this stirs something in him and before he can stop himself, he blurts out, "Do you know how to dance?"

"What?"

"Umm, nevermind, sorry forget I asked that," he shakes his head.

"No-no! I do know how to. I mean, kinda."

" . . . do you want to dance then? With me?"

"Here?" the wind continues blowing around you, albeit more gently this time.

"If you want to," Reo takes your hand in his and pulls his phone out with his other hand. He pulls up some piano music and sets his phone back in his pocket.

Putting one hand on your waist and the other intertwining with your fingers, he slowly begins to lead you through a simple waltz. One step forward, then to the side, then to the back, then to the side again and on and on and on. At first the two of you are incredibly stiff, but gradually, as the music swells through different melodies, the two of you become more accustomed to this dance. Reo even spins you at one point, earning a loud but happy yelp from you.

The two of you grow your dance out from the tiny box you started in, now spinning and prancing all over the balcony. Reo is absolutely mesmerized by the way you move, gliding over the cement as if you were born to do this.

As the music of a particular song comes to a climax, Reo twirls you in his arms one more time before dropping you over his knee in a low dip. He doesn't miss the sight of your eyes widening, allowing more light to reflect from them like stars. Your face grows warm, accentuating the blush already in your makeup. Your lips part slightly and you gasp a little in surprise. His nose brushes yours and you feel lightheaded and surefooted all at once. A new song starts, a soft melody he recognizes from a movie he saw with his mom about an aspiring pianist and an aspiring actress in California.

"Too much?" he asks huskily.

"Maybe a little," you respond after a beat, and yet neither of you make a move to pull away.

Reo fully lowers the both of you to the floor, now kneeling with you on the ground. Your hand remains steadfast in his as his violet eyes meet your heady gaze. He wants to kiss you so bad, and he almost does, but then a thought occurs to him.

"I just remembered," he whispers, "I don't know your name."

"Oh, right. I'm Y/N," you lean in closer. "And you are?"

Just as Reo opens his mouth, a loud ringing fills the space. Your phone is buzzing and as you pick it up, you see the time. 11:45 P.M. Well, you successfully avoided them, and in doing so royally pissed them off. You have five missed calls from your mom and three from your dad spanning the past half an hour. How you're only now noticing is beyond you but you know you're in deep shit.

"Oh, no," you stand abruptly. "I have to go right now. My parents are gonna be furious, we were supposed to leave half an hour ago!"

You take off towards the doors of the balcony, and Reo's barely able to call out, "Wait- Y/N!"

"Thank you for the dance!" You call over your shoulder as you swing open the doors. "It was wonderful meeting you!"

"Wait, you don't know my name!" he shouts running after you. "How will I find you! I don't know your last name- I said wait!"

But you're so laser focused on how much trouble you're going to be in you barely register Reo. You rush through the hallways again, and Reo is too slow behind you. He bursts back out into the main room to see it still packed as ever. He frantically searches the crowd for your dress, but his eyes fail. He can't see you anywhere, you must've already left.

He slumps back against the wall and hangs his head low as he slides to the floor. Fuck.

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"I can't believe you just disappeared on us like that!" your father roars on the drive home. "Do you have any idea how embarrassed we are! The whole night we promised the Mikage family that we'd present you, and we never got a chance to even show them you in person! You are so ungrateful!"

You keep your head dipped low, unable to meet his eyes through the rearview. Your mother puts her hand on his shoulder and sighs. "We worked so hard to get you this arrangement, Y/N. The least you could do is meet him. If you don't like him even after the third date, we understand, but you haven't even met Reo once! What if he ends up an incredible man for you?"

"I told you already, I don't want an arranged marriage," you protest. "I want to meet someone organically, and fall in love!"

"You can't keep living in a fantasy world Y/N!" your father drones on with just as much venom. "Sooner or later, you're going to have to wake up and get a taste of reality and it'll knock you on your ass so hard, you won't even know what hit you! This is what we get for raising such a sheltered and naive . . ."

You tune your father out and stare out of the car windows. Regret weighs heavy in your stomach. You could've spared a second to hear that boy's name, but you didn't, so hyper focused on how furious your parent would be that you had ghosted them the whole night.

You'd never see him again. Your eyes sting and your lip wobbles. You hope he knows how happy you were to have gotten the chance to meet him at least. He really was something straight out of a fairytale.

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The party was long over. Reo was in his pajamas and in his bed, but he could not sleep for anything. He couldn't get over the weight of your hand in his or the smell of your perfume as you danced, or your laugh or the sound of your name!

Y/N. Y/N.

He tossed and turned the whole night, and when he finally looked over at his clock, the red 2:34 blinked back at him mockingly.

The way you'd run off still played back in his head, and he swore it'd haunt him until the day he died. The way your dress's skirt billowed and your hair whipped behind you, like you were Cinderella at midnight. Gone in the blink of an eye.

No. No, he couldn't think like this. He couldn't let you pass him by. He got what he wanted, whether that be soccer or you. He'd find you.

He had to.

[nionom-art]

Hello!

I have started the second chapter, still pretty good! 😁 However, I got a bit confused on the classmates, so I have a few questions ...

Marinette seems to like Alya, but what is her reason to trusts Lila to an extent to give her the Cat Miraculous 🐈‍⬛? I mean, she seems as the lesser choice, but still.considers it, why?

It might be adressed, so than, sorry, but Adrien clearly arrives one day later than school starts... Why? (I would have assumed the akumatization, but just 10 min. after his arrival, comes the supervillain...)

How did he conviced Gabriel?Since the late, I would have assumed he wasn't sure to let Adrien go... In cannon he escaped, but here with Messaging Chloé seems intentional. Did he just escaped, but was captured -therefor wasn't the one helping Fu- and his escape convonced Gabe he should go to school, otherwhise, he will escape to it?

How did Lila know Adrien? Or did she just saw him over Chloé's shoulder?😅 (I assume on first day, Chlo did spoke about him... A lot...😅, so thrir friendship is not a secret😅)

From the quartet, I missed Nino (not a problem, these 4 makes sence, I just like him) which made me realised, Nino, Nathaniel and Rose are missing, or at least I gid not saw them... Is it intentional, or just did not put them there, and will appear in the class, they were just not in view?

Not classroom question, but is this true, or a bit of exateration? (In cannon, Scarlet fate🐞 and Dark Grimalkin🐈‍⬛ have fought, at least) If not, how come Tikki even knows about she can purifie the akuma?

That’s a lot of questions- let’s break it down

1. Marinette just made friends with both Alya and Lila in episode 1. She trusts them about equally because she doesn’t know either of them very well yet. Alya is her first pick though because Alya clearly loves super heroes and would probably be a good match.

2. & 3. So with Adrien, pretty much exactly what happens in canon happens here with his arrival (minus him helping/meeting Master Fu). He would try to go to school in Episode 1, be stopped by Nathalie, and ignores Chloe’s texts because he’s upset and being scolded by his dad (doesn’t want to talk about it). He sneaks out and goes to school anyway in episode 2. We’ll get a brief direct rundown of this in the comic in a later update.

4. Chloe bragged to Lila and Marinette in episode 1 about knowing Adrien and how he was going to be in their class. Lila just put two and two together and lied to get Chloe out of the way in that scene (I go into a bit more depth explaining Lila’s emotional state during that scene here)

5. All of those characters will still be in the class, I just didn’t feel like drawing more people than was necessary in the Ivan scenes (so I drew the people with lines + Max).

6. I could have sworn Tikki said something like that in canon. If not, eh, call it a plot hole I guess. I don’t think Tikki would count Dark Grimalkin as a real enemy in the first place, but idk- she’s technically fought him, but kinda not too? Maybe she knows about the purification from the grimoire or Fu. Purifying akumas seems like a pretty specific power ngl, and probably wouldn’t apply to fighting Dark Grimalkin anyway (I wouldn’t really know though, I haven’t watched most of season 5).

Edit: okay, so I re-watched the appropriate scene from that episode. Tikki doesn’t mention if she’s fought against the butterfly holder before or not, so for all we know in canon she has. This is what happens when I play telephone with myself instead of copying down the actual lines from the show (my apologies lol).

[erwinsvow]

Can’t stop thinking about dark!pope kidnapping the pretty girl he was supposed to kill. She saw too much, she’s a loose end, her living is a threat to his family and they told him to get rid of her. He told them he dealt with it, but he couldn’t bear to kill her, not after everything with Cath. He doesn’t want to kill another innocent woman just because Smurf told him to, what if she’s wrong again? His conscience can’t take it.

He decides that in order to protect her, he needs to hide her from the world. Somewhere no one will find her, not even Smurf, J, or his brothers. He takes her to a cabin in the woods, it’s small but nice and more importantly, it’s off the grid and secure. No one besides Pope can get in or out.

He makes sure that she has everything she wants, that all her needs are met, that he visits often, and he tries to be friendly, he really does. He knows it must be hard for her to be alone out there. But it’s necessary if she wants to live, and he wants her to live so badly.

He quickly becomes obsessed with her, she’s so pretty and nice to him, and eventually he stupidly lets his guard down. They get along so well, he doesn’t think he needs to be so strict, he thinks she finally understands that he’s doing this for her. But when he nods off, she takes the keys and runs.

He’s so angry, why doesn’t she get that this is for her own good? That he is protecting her? That he loves her? She doesn’t know where she is, and he’s scared she’s going to get lost in the woods, or injured. He chases her and honestly, it doesn’t take him long to find and catch her. He tackles her to the ground and keeps her pinned underneath him while he tries to explain for the millionth time that he’s doing this for her, that she can’t leave.

The eye contact is crazy and there’s a funny look in her eye, and Pope can’t quite place it. It’s a little bit of fear (which he hates), but it’s also a lot of something else.

Maybe he takes her back to the cabin and punishes her, or maybe he realises that not all of her needs are being met, and he has to help her out... idk

She doesn’t try to leave again after that, and she hates when he has to leave, she wishes he could stay with her 24/7. But he tries to make it up to her by buying her pretty dresses and flowers and jewellery and always being nice and making her feel good.

Eventually she’s more like his lil wife that he is excited to go home to. He would do anything to protect her and protect what they have from his family and the world.

And then one day she gets knocked up with his babies…[gunshot]

Something is so terribly wrong with me, I’m sorry! The brain worms were too much for me and I had to get this out. You totally don’t have to respond or post if it’s too icky lol I just love dark! Pope Cody with all of my heart ♥️

how could you possibly think this is icky. this is a masterpiece. i don't have anything to add because you wrote everything i would have added. sister wife this is perfect and trust that i WILL be writing 10k of this sometime after my exam. this is 1000% the new going to bed daydream because woowoowoowoowowoowoowowowoowowo. <33 you just get me

[kikyoupdates]

Girlfriend-For-Hire ⭑˚🦋⭑ 𝟷𝟷

yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Hoping to try something new and earn a bit of money on the side, you join an app that lets people hire you for your dating services. The idea is pretty straightforward — you pose as the client's girlfriend for a brief period of time, and in turn, you receive payment. But you didn't foresee everyone getting so attached to you, and suddenly, they're no longer satisfied with a fabricated relationship.

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For a long time, Liam thought there had to be something wrong with him. 

He just didn’t get it. He didn’t understand why every single relationship he got into ended terribly. It felt like a stretch to assume that it was just a string of unlucky occurrences, what with all the times he was cheated on, and the sheer number of assholes he kept encountering. Granted, he’d always known that there were shitty people out there, but it still felt like pretty much everyone other than him had more success when it came to their love life, and they weren’t drowning in misery as he often was. 

Truthfully, he blamed himself for it. The only reasonable explanation—at least, in his eyes—was that he was a shitty person too, and that was why he kept being screwed over like this. Some sort of karmic debt the universe was forcing him to repay. 

He was miserable. Not just from being trampled on and mistreated, but from all the self-loathing he’d developed. As the days went on, his confidence grew practically nonexistent, and he became utterly disillusioned with the concept of love. 

Until he met Axel.

His life forever changed that day. Looking back on it, their meeting was really nothing out of the ordinary. It happened at a small, nondescript bar, of all places. He’d been especially burnt out as of late, and he’d stopped by to grab a few drinks. He was alone that day, which wasn’t exactly the norm. He usually preferred to go out with a friend, but it was a true testament to how depressed he was that he’d chosen to isolate himself and drown his sorrows in alcohol. 

When he first met Axel, he was surrounded by a group of people. Liam noticed him well before Axel did. Just from a single glance, Liam could tell that Axel was beloved by many, and that he had a way of brightening up the whole room with his smile alone. Liam actually felt a tinge of jealousy at the time. He wondered what he’d possibly done so wrong that he couldn’t experience the same love and appreciation that Axel so clearly held. 

Liam figured he would go unnoticed. He found Axel incredibly attractive, but he knew his feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated. He was fated to be lonely for the rest of his life. That much was abundantly clear. 

And so, when Axel sat down next to him at the bar, Liam’s eyes immediately widened in shock. 

“Hey,” Axel grinned. “I noticed you earlier when I walked in. You’re really cute. Does it bother you if I sit here?” 

Liam didn’t know how to respond. Of course, he’d been told countless times before that he was attractive, which was largely why he’d decided to pursue modeling as a career. But he’d also been told countless times that he was bland and forgettable. He’d been told that he had little to no presence at all. He was dull, spineless, and easy to lose interest in.

The fact that someone like Axel had taken note of him at all, while he was seemingly invisible to the rest of the world, made his chest ache—but in a strange, comforting way. 

And so, they talked for the better portion of the night. Axel’s friends tried to crowd around him at first, but he kept insisting he was busy, and eventually, they gave him space. That just warmed Liam’s heart even more. Knowing that for the first time in what felt like forever, someone was finally making him their priority. 

In retrospect, it was an absurd, silly thought to have. Chatting with someone at a bar was hardly the fairytale he was making it out to be. And yet, it was exactly what Liam had been hoping for. The kind of meeting that would spark a hopefulness in him, that would make him want to keep giving others a chance. It made him believe in love again.

From that moment, he just knew. 

Axel is his soulmate.

“I want to hang out with [Name] again. Do you think tonight would be too last-minute for her?” 

Liam’s jaw stiffens. He was just in the middle of putting his shoes on and getting ready to leave for work, only for Axel to drop this bomb on him. 

“I don’t work a late shift for a change, so it would be cool if she was available,” Axel keeps commenting absentmindedly. He leans against the wall and sighs. “I just hope she won’t get mad if I suggest doing something without giving much notice. Well, if not tonight, I guess we can figure out a different day.” 

Liam lowers his gaze to the ground.

It’s not like he didn’t know this was coming. He agreed to one more date last time, just to try and appease Axel and show that he’s really making an effort. He already decided that after this date, he’ll finally come clean with the truth and put his foot down. It’s not like he didn’t try, and he’s sure Axel realizes that. But there’s only so much he can stomach, and it’s time to move on once and for all.

Nevertheless, he’s been dreading this moment.

“Sure,” Liam nods, jaw still rigid. “Ask her when she’s free. We’ll figure something out. Let me know what you decide on, alright? I need to leave now.”

Axel beams. “Okay! Have a good day at work, babe. Love you.” 

He then leans closer and gives Liam a quick peck on the lips, followed by yet another bright smile, just like always. 

Liam’s heart isn’t in it, though. In fact, he’s never been more eager to step out the door. 

He does his best to shut all the nauseating thoughts out. He hops onto the subway and immediately jams his earbuds as deep into his ears as they’ll go, blasting loud, upbeat music to try and distract himself. He knows he needs to clear his mind before work. He needs to get into the right headspace. 

But even once he arrives and it’s time to start getting ready for the photoshoot, he still feels sick to his stomach.

“Morning, Liam,” the photographer greets him, only to immediately frown. “Whoa. Are you okay? You’re concerningly pale.” 

“I’m fine,” Liam reflexively blurts. This industry doesn’t allow for much empathy, and he knows that if he hinders the photoshoot in any way, his career will undoubtedly take a hit. 

The photographer presses his lips together. “Well, I hope so. I don’t have the studio booked for very long. Check in with the stylists so we can hurry up and get started.” 

Liam nods and hurries along. A small crew begins fussing over his hair, makeup, and getting him into the right wardrobe. The whole process doesn’t take too long, since the styling for this particular shoot is rather minimal. But while they work on him, he makes the mistake of briefly glancing down at his phone, which he set to mute earlier.

Liam feels his stomach drop. Again, it’s not even like he didn’t expect it. He already knew the three of you would all be meeting up again. But perhaps he was hoping that it wouldn’t happen so soon. Perhaps he thought he’d have more time to prepare himself.

“We’re ready,” one of the stylists announces, and Liam finds himself steered into the spotlight, where the photographer faces him with a stern gaze. 

“This photoshoot can’t be pushed back any more,” the photographer warns. He adjusts his stance and raises his camera. “Now. Give me a nice, relaxed pose. Smile like you’re blissful and content. Like everything in your life is perfect in this moment.” 

It’s a cruel, bitterly ironic thing to ask, but that’s exactly what this job entails, after all. Constantly pretending to feel a certain way, and emulating certain feelings even if those feelings aren’t genuine. 

And so, Liam smiles. Even if it hurts. Even if he feels like breaking down and cursing how hopeless and pathetic he is. 

When it comes to pretending, no one’s as good as he is.

You’ve got another date tonight.

“[Name]! Hey! Make yourself at home,” Axel grins. 

He steps aside, granting you access to his and Liam’s shared apartment. Axel suggested a lowkey date this time. You asked if he was sure he didn’t want to go out and do something more exciting, but he insisted they were perfectly content just to lounge around at home and relax.

“Look!” Axel excitedly points. The dining room table is all set up, with tons of yummy food just waiting to be feasted on. “One of the restaurants I deliver for gave me a bunch of coupons to use, and I’ve been saving those babies—just look how much I was able to get! This whole dinner was practically free.” 

Liam walks up to you and smiles warmly. “Hi, [Name]. It’s nice to see you again.” He then turns and slaps his boyfriend on the arm. “Also, Axel. Why are you bragging about using coupons? Stop making it sound like we’re cheap.” 

“Does it really matter?” Axel shrugs. “Food is food.” 

“Come on, man.” 

You laugh. These two are always so entertaining. They have such a sweet, fun relationship. You can only hope that one day, you’ll find love too. 

“Thanks so much for ordering food,” you smile. “The way the table is decorated is also super pretty.”

“Oh, Liam did that,” Axel says. He pats his boyfriend’s shoulder and squeezes him. “He’s really good at this visual kind of stuff. I can’t decorate to save my life. He’s the one who made the whole apartment all artsy and cool.” 

“Liam, is there anything you’re not good at?” you muse. 

“What? No way,” he chuckles, awkwardly shaking his hands. “I’m not good at all kinds of things. I guess I picked up a few tips from the stylists I work with. And I’ve always been into fashion and general aesthetics. It probably ties into design and home decor a bit too.”

Axel beams. “Liam’s so humble. It’s so cute how he gets all shy whenever people compliment him. Don’t be embarrassed, babe. It’s okay to let people know how awesome you are.” 

Liam’s face reddens, which is furthermore proof that he’s not good at being slathered with praise. It’s rather endearing, in your opinion. You think it’s great that he has someone like Axel around to remind him of what a great person he is. 

“L-Let’s just eat,” Liam stammers, no sign of his blush disappearing.

You enjoy a delicious meal, courtesy of Axel’s many coupons. You’re not really sure what they have planned for the rest of the night, but whatever it is, hanging out with these two is always bound to be a good time. 

“We have Mario Kart,” Axel declares once dinner is over. He smiles mischievously as he holds up several controllers. “Wanna play?”

You’re admittedly not the best at Mario Kart, and it vaguely feels like you’ve gotten your ass kicked at it a bunch of times (maybe in a different story or something, who knows), but hey, you’re still game. 

It turns out, however, that you’re nowhere near as bad as you thought you would be.

Mainly because Liam is worse.

“How am I in last place again?” he gapes. “Bowser Jr. just passed me! And he’s a CPU!” 

Axel chuckles. “Babe, all of the CPUs are ahead of you right now, not just Bowser Jr.” 

You quickly discover that there is something Liam isn’t good at, and it just so happens to be video games. Not just Mario Kart, either. You try Super Smash Bros out for a while, but that doesn’t go any better for him. He gets thrown off the map and loses all his lives so incredibly fast that it’s actually kind of impressive. 

You suggest Mario Party, which is a lot more luck-based and has some minigames that are pretty intuitive, but unfortunately, you encounter similar issues.

“There he goes again,” Axel sighs disappointedly. “Constantly losing to the CPUs.” 

“Wario cheats!” Liam fumes.

“To be fair, Wario does cheat,” you agree. 

You cycle through all sorts of different games from that point onward, on different consoles too, but it seems as though Liam is cursed to be terrible as just about every single one of them. The level of ineptitude is seriously off the charts—like some kind of undiscovered wonder of the world. 

“By the way, these are all my games,” Axel says. “I’m the one who bought them.” 

Wow, I could’ve never seen that one coming.

Liam leans back into the couch and sighs. “Have the two of you had enough of humiliating me yet? Come on. Let’s try something else. Please.”

He’s certainly been a good sport until now, so you let him pick something and put it on the TV. Thanks to him, you have to admit that you had a lot more fun than usual playing video games. It was pretty much nonstop laughter.

“This show is really good,” Liam smiles as he handles the remote. “I’ve already seen the first season, but since [Name]’s here, we should start from the beginning. Hopefully you like it.” 

You nod and get comfortable. Axel grabs a blanket for the three of you to share, and just like the last date, you’re seated right in between both of them. Liam takes his end of the blanket and spares a glance your way, smiling politely. You return his smile with one of your own, and before long, the show begins.

Hardly two minutes in, Axel rests his head on your shoulder.

You blink in surprise, but then again, he did this last time too, which is why you quickly ease into it. He loops an arm around your waist and hugs you close, the warmth of his breath just faintly caressing your neck. 

“You’re fine with cuddling, right?” Axel asks. “Last time you said you didn’t mind holding hands and hugging and stuff.” 

“It’s fine,” you reassure.

He smiles and latches onto you even tighter. You blush a bit, but you weren’t lying about what you said. You made the terms of this whole fake dating thing clear from the start. Some partners-for-hire have strict rules about physical closeness, whereas others are probably willing to do a lot more than hug and hold hands.

You’ve communicated your boundaries with your clients, and so far, they’ve all made sure to respect them. Callum is the glaring exception, but that was less of a communication error on your part and more to do with the fact that he hid a bunch of crucial facts from you.

But as far as Isaac, Liam, and Axel are concerned, they’ve all been pretty much perfect so far. 

Which is why it catches you completely off guard when Axel kisses your cheek.

You bristle, flinching away from him. Axel doesn’t even seem to realize what he did wrong at first, not until his eyes fully widen and he takes a moment to reassess. 

“Oh,” he blinks. “Oh, uh… shit. Sorry. I’m really sorry, [Name]. I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable or anything. You’re just so pretty, and I… I got carried away. I shouldn’t have done that without checking first.” 

Your face is progressively heating up. You’re not actually mad or anything. A kiss on the cheek is innocent enough, even if you didn’t explicitly say you were okay with it from the start. Also, it shames you to admit, but the fact that he’s so attractive makes you more inclined to gloss over it. 

Flustered, you look away. “It’s alright. I didn’t mind it. Maybe from now on you can ask if you plan on doing that…? But I guess it’s not really a big deal, so don’t worry. I’m not upset.” 

Relief seeps into Axel’s expression, and after a few seconds of silence, he eagerly leans back in. 

“So, as long as I ask, can I do it again? Right now?” 

“Um…” 

You’re almost tempted to say yes, despite your embarrassment, but in that moment, you instinctively know to glance next to you. 

And when you do, you see that Liam is on the verge of tears. 

“I’m gonna grab us some snacks,” he blurts, immediately standing up. It’s clear that he’s distressed, but strangely enough, Axel doesn’t remark upon it, nor does he bother to check in on his boyfriend and ask if he’s okay.

Instead, he just keeps facing you with that bright, hopeful smile of his. 

And that really doesn’t seem normal. 

“One second,” you mumble. “I want to see what snacks Liam picks out. Be right back.” 

You walk away, and fortunately, Axel doesn’t try to follow you. He’s so blissfully unaware, so blissfully unconcerned, that he simply adjusts his seating position and keeps watching what’s on the TV. 

“I’ll rewind when you guys come back,” he calls, but at that point, you’ve already stepped into the kitchen. 

Unsurprisingly, you find Liam curled up on the floor, eyes puffy and cheeks damp. 

“Liam,” you whisper, dropping to your knees beside him. He flinches and hurries to wipe his tears away, but it’s too late to try and pretend like everything’s okay. 

You didn’t realize it at the start because they seemed like such a happy, loving couple. You couldn’t possibly have imagined that they had any problems. They seemed so comfortable and secure in their relationship. You even found yourself coveting that same kind of dynamic. 

But looking back on it, there were little signs. For one thing, Liam didn’t seem anywhere near as enthusiastic about this arrangement as Axel did. You can’t recall Liam having ever tried to hug you or initiate any kind of physical intimacy. There was even that one time when his expression looked a bit off and you asked him if he was alright, but he must have been forcing himself to maintain appearances. 

It’s clear now that Liam is not okay with this, which means you aren’t okay with it either.

“H-Hey,” Liam swallows, and yet again, he strains a smile. “Sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’m just feeling a little weird today. I’ll be back in a minute, so please don’t tell Axel that I’m—” 

“You don’t want to keep meeting up with me, do you?” 

He flinches, unprepared for the bluntness of your words. You want to be considerate of his feelings, but all the same, you have no intention of beating around the bush any longer. He probably felt pressured into going along with this, and he shouldn’t be forcing himself to do something that he isn’t comfortable with.

“I know it’s probably not personal,” you continue. “But I’m guessing it must be really painful to see your boyfriend coming onto someone else. There’s no shame in that. Not everyone is comfortable outside of a monogamous relationship. If that’s how you feel, then you need to tell Axel up front, because he can’t keep doing this to you.”

Liam pauses, then exhales shakily. “I-I just don’t know what to do,” he admits. “I thought I could handle this for a little while, but it just makes me sick. Even when he first suggested it, the whole thing caught me completely off guard. I wanted to be a good boyfriend and make an effort for him because he seemed so excited, but I assumed it would just be a one-time thing, and then everything would go back to normal. I didn’t… I didn’t think he would like you as much as he so obviously does.” 

“You should never be afraid to voice your thoughts or concerns in a relationship,” you frown. “I understand not wanting to let the other person down, but I’m sure Axel wouldn’t want you to suffer. It just seems like he doesn’t realize how much this hurts you. He must think that you’re okay with it.” 

“I know,” Liam nods. “I can tell Axel isn’t doing this on purpose. But I’m worried that now that he’s already so invested in you and wants to keep seeing you, he’ll get upset with me when I tell him I want to go back to how things used to be. I let it all go too far, and what if he resents me for it? What if… he doesn’t want to be with me anymore?”

“If he wanted a poly relationship, he should have been clear about that from the very start. It sounds like you two have been exclusive for quite some time. It isn’t fair that he should suddenly expect that to change, and above all else, he says he loves you. Surely he won’t forfeit your whole relationship over someone like me, who he’s barely just met. I understand why you might feel anxious, and it’s scary to envision your partner breaking up with you, but… you still need to tell him. If he’s the right person for you, he’ll understand.” 

You reach out and place your hand over Liam’s, then smile gently. It’s just a small gesture, but right now, it turns out to be exactly what Liam needs, and he pulls you into a hug without warning. 

“Thank you,” he breathes, squeezing you tight. “I’m really sorry for wasting your time with this and dragging you into our problems. It’s my fault for not being honest from the very beginning. I need to say what’s on my mind for a change.” 

You hug him back. “It’s not your fault, Liam. You should always try to be honest, but don’t blame yourself for this. Don’t worry. Everything will be okay once you talk it out. You’ll see.” 

He holds onto you for a while longer, but eventually, he breaks away and offers an appreciative smile. 

“Okay. Thanks again. You’re a really great person, [Name]. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy spending time with you. I just… can’t imagine sharing the person I’m already with.” 

You smile back and stand up first, offering him your hand. When he finally rises to his feet, some of the color has returned to his cheeks, and there’s a determined glint in his eyes that wasn’t there before. 

It looks like he’s going to talk things out with Axel. In that case, I think it’s time for me to get going. 

You cautiously step back into the living room. It doesn’t seem like Axel overheard anything, considering he’s still happily watching TV. It’s better if he hears everything directly from Liam anyways. The most you can do right now is make yourself scarce.

“Hey, Axel?”

Axel turns his head, and a smile quickly spreads across his lips. He pauses the show to give you his undivided attention. 

“Liam was right. This show’s pretty good so far,” he hums. “Oh, don’t worry. I won’t spoil anything that happened. Come sit down so I can rewind what you missed. Is Liam coming back with the snacks?” 

He tilts his head inquisitively. Liam is still hanging back in the kitchen, no doubt mentally preparing himself, so you decide to get your part over with.

“I took a moment to think things through,” you admit. “I’ve realized that I’m not as comfortable with this arrangement as I thought I’d be. I don’t think poly relationships are something I can continue doing, even if I’m just acting as your girlfriend. Sorry for dropping this on you all of a sudden, but I think I should get going.” 

Since the moment you met him, Axel has only ever come across as extroverted, pleasant, and chill. He almost always has a smile on his face, and there’s hardly anything that he seems to get worked up over. It’s the sort of energy that has a tendency to draw people in, and no doubt it’s what attracted Liam to him. 

But for the first time, you see his face completely drop. 

“What?” Axel stands up in a hurry. His brows are knit together. “I… I don’t understand. What’s wrong? Is it because I kissed you on the cheek earlier and asked to do it again? Because I’m really sorry about that, and from now on, I swear I’ll only ever do it if you say you want me to—”

“It’s not that,” you hastily deny. “I just don’t feel good about being between two people at the same time. I know you’re cool with it, and I thought I would be too, but I’ve had a change of heart. I’m really sorry for letting you down, but I can’t see myself doing this anymore.” 

In truth, you were okay with the premise, but you’re definitely not okay with knowing that one of the people in the relationship feels like absolute shit. You deliberately keep things a bit vague because you want Liam to have the chance to say his own piece, but the fact remains that you’re no longer comfortable with doing this.

“[Name], wait,” Axel insists, frantic as he watches you grab your bag and start putting your shoes on. He even accosts you by the front door, eyes concerningly wide. “You can be honest. It’s because of the kiss, isn’t it? That’s why you’re acting like this all of a sudden? Everything seemed fine until I did that, then you stood up and said you were going to grab snacks. I understand that I must have made you uncomfortable, but that’s why I promise it won’t happen again. I’m serious. I just want to keep seeing you. Please.” 

He’s clearly sincere about wanting to spend more time with you, but you realize that during that whole spiel, he never once mentioned how Liam feels. He claimed this relationship was something they both wanted—but it’s obvious that’s not the case. 

For the sake of everyone involved, you need to get out of here. 

“Bye, Axel.” You smile at him, even though his expression is unraveling all the while. Then, you stop to poke your head back into the kitchen. “Bye to you too, Liam. I really hope everything works out.” 

You leave, ignoring Axel’s protests and resisting the urge to look back. He even follows you out the door for a few moments. He considers chasing after you, but he freezes in place and realizes that he wouldn’t actually know what to say.

…is this seriously happening right now? 

Axel steps back inside and shuts the door. His head hangs in defeat, and there’s a sickening feeling in his gut, like he just got sucker-punched out of nowhere. 

It wasn’t a real relationship. He knows that. Ultimately, he was paying to spend time with you, and all of this was just pretend. 

And yet, he still feels fucking awful. 

He feels like he just got broken up with.

“A-Axel.” 

Liam approaches him. The sound makes Axel lift his head, and truthfully, he actually forgot that the other man was even still here. In the few fateful moments leading up to your departure, all Axel could think of and perceive was you. 

But as ignorant as Axel may be, he also isn’t completely brain-dead. He immediately notes Liam’s meek, hesitant expression, and he suddenly remembers that earlier, Liam stood up just moments before you did. Right after he kissed you on the cheek. 

Liam left, then you left, and not long after, you returned saying you wanted to break things off. 

Axel’s eyes widen. 

“It was you,” he mumbles in disbelief. “You and [Name]... you talked about something. While I was in the living room watching TV.” 

Liam shamefully shrinks in on himself, pretty much confirming Axel’s suspicions. 

“You told her you didn’t want to keep doing this,” Axel blinks. It’s less of a question and more of a statement. A cold, accusatory statement. “You must have said something to her. That’s why she decided she couldn’t keep doing this. You fucking scared her off. Didn’t you?”

Without even realizing it, Liam recoils. He feels nauseous all of a sudden, even though he’d made up his mind to finally get this over with. 

He wants to believe that Axel truly loves him. He wants to believe that the beautiful relationship they’ve had until now wasn’t just an illusion. 

But the longer he meets Axel’s harsh, bitter gaze, the less confident he feels. 

“I-I’m sorry,” Liam stammers. “I just couldn’t keep doing this. I’m sorry, Axel. I really, really tried. I wanted to make you happy, but… I’m not okay with this. [Name] saw how upset I was and said she couldn’t stick around if we weren’t both on board. I did everything I could because I love you so much. But the thought of you being intimate with someone other than me just makes me want to fucking die.” 

Liam doesn’t wait to hear his response. He locks himself in his room to be alone for a while, and to try and process all the heartache and anxiety. 

Axel watches him leave, but unlike with you, he doesn’t try to follow. He too is processing difficult, confusing feelings right now. He struggles to make sense of them at first. He’s still in shock. 

However, gradually, the feelings grow clearer, and they cast a shadow over his expression. 

Liam fucking ruined everything.

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since not-caleb is self aware and separate from real-caleb, how does he feel about mc’s pregnancy overall? he seems pretty overjoyed but was it his personal intention as well to babytrap her? would having a baby with mc make him want to push back at real-caleb even more? what lengths would not-caleb go to, to protect her from his real copy?

i love big girls don’t cry sooo much! <333 haven’t been able to stop thinking about it TT

im so glad u liked the fic nonnie!! 💖✨ my brain is kinda mushy rn & im pretty bad at answering questions, but :,) i appreciate ur ask so HERE WE GO

I really dont think not-caleb ever had the intention of knocking mc up. Whether or not he was even aware that his program could harbor, ahem, his real counterpart’s babymaking material™️ is a question in and of itself. He definitely knows about the dark truth of his creation, and he is impressively self aware… however, his programmer really pushed the limit when it comes to realism; so i think not-caleb is for sure surprised at her pregnancy. He’s just as pleased as real caleb- albeit for different reasons…

Not-caleb actually takes on a slightly more familial mindset towards it— while his counterpart is just more delighted over the possessive rights it gives him over mc.

As mc slowly unravels the disturbing subtext of the past handful of months she’d spent grieving over her gege’s ‘passing’, not-caleb learns a bit more, as well. That naturally brings on more of a protectiveness- because even the robot can sense the depravity weaved beneath it all LOL. (which he shares, of course, but his base vanilla programming kind of pushes against it- which brings out a more mellow, moral caleb (similar to the one mc knew when growing up 🥲💔))

If not-caleb gets his family with mc- then yes, his own possessive traits would have an uptick. It’s deadass dog vs dog when it comes to the two— because when they fight over her, they’re quite literally fighting over what they perceive as their whole entire world (doubly, considering she’s pregnant with their?/his? veritable child).

Someone on ao3 (shoutout to them if they see this!!🫰) said that not-caleb would find a way to rip out the cameras installed in him- and i stand by this as well. 👀 Anything to track locations, monitor mc, or secretly spy on her through his metal chassis is being removed immediately, or, the attempt is at least made.

…Maybe not-caleb would try to take mc somewhere. Maybe it’d somehow succeed. Maybe it wouldn’t: maybe his manmade technology would prove to be just that— limited— and the elements or something else would thwart his mission.

Then, maybe real-Caleb would win.

[kingnlionhearts]

oc ask game!!

thank you @siravalondulac for tagging me!! 🫶

what is something that your oc would never purchase for themselves, but would be (secretly?) delighted to receive as a gift?

as a princess, taryn can pretty much buy everything could ever want. but when robb gives her flowers, it makes her the happiest girl in the world. if they're travelling and robb sees flowers, he'd literally stop the entire army for five minutes while he hops down from his horse to pick flowers to taryn 😭 (she keeps them all forever) (i think she'd have a little diary too to keep all the flowers pressed inside)

is your oc ticklish? has anyone ever dared to find out?

oh she definitely is. robb is the only one (except maybe her siblings) who gets close enough to her to find out. taryn pretends that she hates it, but she feels safe enough to let her guard down and just giggle and be happy around robb 🥺 and robb love love loves hearing her laugh, so he'd annoy her all the time just to make taryn giggle

how easy does your oc find it to apologize?

she's like me (very british) and apologises for everything. but taryn definitely over apologises. she bumps into someone or knocks something over? she's apologised five times before you can speak. she'd definitely apologise to inanimate objects too. she's also terrified of doing things wrong — that would definitely make her more quiet and close in on herself, but i don't think it would stop her saying sorry for something

when did your oc first see a dead body? if they have not seen one yet, how might they react to doing so?

well lucky for taryn she never sees her twin brother's dead body!! besides graphic injuries at tourneys, i think the first dead body taryn sees is the assassin that comes to kill bran. she kills him in self defence but it absolutely tears her apart. the next she sees is the wildlings in the forest and it sickens her. robb doesn't let taryn anywhere near the battlefields so she doesn't have to see all the bodies. but she ruins that herself when she rides into battle for robb this one time in act two

does your oc have any recurring dreams? have they ever told anyone else about them?

not currently. in act four, she's haunted by the red wedding and sees it all happen again every time she closes her eyes. but she has no one to confide in since most of westeros believes taryn killed robb

is your oc stingy with their money (or other resources)? or are they something or a spendthrift?

taryn definitely isn't afraid to spend money. she is half lannister as well as being a princess. but she knows that just because she can buy everything, she doesn't need to. she definitely has a soft spot for sweet treats so that's where half her money goes. but i think taryn's love language would be gift giving. so if she finds something that reminds her of her friends or robb, she's immediately buying it. taryn would also definitely be a trinket girlie 🥺 in her room in the red keep, i think she'd have so many little things on her windowsill. if tarynrobb ever got home to winterfell and ruled there as king and queen in the north, their room would be full of taryn's bits and bobs. modern au taryn would have an army of jellycats 🫶

does your oc have a sweet tooth? or do they prefer to avoid sweets and sugary treats?

yeppppppp. she's definitely friends with all the cooks in the red keep and they let her sneak food all the time and pretend not to notice. i feel like taryn could be pretty good at baking. she's far from an expert, but she'd love making butterfly cakes and cookies. the first time she tried to make robb a birthday cake definitely went very badly but he didn't care and ate all the burnt bits regardless

is your oc easily provoked by insults or mockery?

taryn is very non confrontational. if her feelings were hurt, she'd just go quiet and internalise everything. joffrey loves provoking her, but taryn doesn't get angry (even though she deserves to)

where is somewhere your oc has visited that they never want to visit again?

king's landing 😭 she would like to never set foot in the city ever again after she leaves. but that doesn't go to plan at all for her. also the twins, quite self explanatory

is your oc ever somewhat flirtatious?

no, she's way too shy 😭 i think she could be unintentionally if she's just trying to be nice (my oblivious princess). but robb brings her more out of her shell 🫶

this was so much fun 🥹

no pressure tags: @madeofstaardust @houseofamidala @robnikmeria @goldsnows

[morganwrites12672]

"I Need You."

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt realizes that he can't live without you in his life.

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: DDBA Spoilers, grief, depression, making out.

A/N: I hope that you guys enjoy this! Also! Please note that the banner above does NOT represent what the reader looks like.

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Foggy's death had left a gaping hole inside your chest. It had released a black fog that ruined everything in its path of destruction. That much was evidently clear. No one had been normal after what had happened. No one had been able to cope. How could any of you? Everyone had lost one of their best friends.

Karen had tried. She really had at first. But, you were worse company than a brick wall. Any attempt she made at getting through to you had failed. You hadn't been able to find it in yourself to be angry whenever she moved across the country. It's not like she had had anything left in Hell's Kitchen. She did what she needed to. She tried moving on. And, some might say that she did a pretty good job with that.

Foggy might have been the one to die, but no one else escaped unscathed.

Matt had been worse than Karen. The two of you had shared an apartment, and yet it was like he'd disappeared. He wasn't home. Ever. The apartment grew empty. Your only company had been the creaky floorboards and the shadows that talked back after one too many glasses of wine. Lonesome nights became the new normal. Matt worked too late, he made sure he was on a case during every single one of your days off too.

Eventually, it had gotten to be too much. You made the painful choice to end your relationship with Matt and move out. Suffocating around all of the reminders of him had gotten to be too much. Moving into your very own apartment would at least be a fresh start, or so you hoped.

Your apartment reeked of grief and despair. Everyone was gone. Was it really living if no one knew that you were alive? There was no friend left to call whenever the black fog felt suffocating. There was no lover to greet you whenever you came home late at night. It felt less like living and more like drowning. Could it always hurt this much? You weren't sure. You also weren't sure how much longer you could manage to keep going like this. Being alone was a horrible thing. Being alone while grieving was even worse. It made the pain more obvious. There was no hiding behind your friends and family. The only hiding you managed to do was behind a bottle.

A draft blew through your apartment, making you shiver despite your sweatpants. The curtains were closed tight, blocking out all of the light from the bustling city. It made you feel even more isolated than before. Every single thing that you did seemed to make you feel worse. It didn't matter what it was. Trying a new hobby ended with tearful reminders of either Foggy, Matt, or Karen and broken glass, getting out more led to late nights spent at the bar, nothing worked. Nothing.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. It startled you to say the very least. It wasn't often, or really ever, that you had a visitor stop by. Getting to your feet, you cautiously made your way to the door. Peering through the keyhole revealed that it was Matt.

Seeing him standing at your door after all of this time made something crack deep inside of you. He wasn't supposed to be here. The two of you were over. Nothing would be able to convince you otherwise. He was only a painful reminder of the past.

You opened the door, fully taking in Matt's appearance. He had changed. A light dusting of facial hair coated his jaw. During the two and a half years that you had known Matt, he had rarely grown his beard out past a little bit of stubble. It made him look older. So did the sense of weariness that encapsulated his body.

"How do you know where I live?" You asked, the tone of your voice sharper than intended. You knew all about Matt's enhanced senses. He would be able to feel your pain. Even if you didn't want him to. And yet, some small part of you wanted him to feel some of your suffering.

Matt chuckled, "I saw you around the area a few times." His answer was vague and left much for you to ponder on. What he didn't tell you was that he kept a very good eye on where you lived. He knew exactly what kind of people lurked in the darkness of Hell's Kitchen and he refused to allow you to become one of the many victims.

"I didn't know that you got out that much," you replied, finally stepping aside so that Matt could enter your apartment. His walking stick tapped against the ground as he entered the unfamiliar space. The door shut behind him. He had gone too long without seeing you. Your absence had been felt like an open wound that wouldn't heal. Festering and bleeding even whenever he thought that the wound had began trying to heal.

He raised an eyebrow. "I don't get out that much." For some reason his words sounded slightly defensive in the moment. He leaned against the kitchen counter, drinking in what parts of you he could sense. He knew that you weren't okay. That much had been shoved in his face three blocks away from your apartment. Your grief had lingered in the air.

"Cut the bullshit," you finally said, ignoring his previous words. The tension between the two of you was clear. You took a seat on one of the barstools. The cool metal cut through your sweatpants like a knife as the chill ran up your spine. "Why are you here Matt? Why now?"

Matt let out a deep sigh as doubt filled his gut. After how he had treated you after Foggy's death he had no right to try entering your life again. And yet, he didn't leave. He couldn't. Not whenever your depression nearly suffocated him. Your despair filled the air of your apartment. He knew that he had made a mistake. He shouldn't have left you alone when you needed him the most, even if his own grief had simply been too much for him to bear.

"What if I came because I wanted to apologize?" He bit back, old emotions rising up his throat. "I know that I messed up." His tongue darted out to lick his lips. A hand ran through his already tousled hair. He had no idea what he was really doing here. Did he want to apologize? Or, did he just want you back? Deep down he knew the answer. . .

"Matt, I know that you messed up. I don't blame you," you said softly. His words made your guts twist up in knots. The thought of what could have been made your heart ache. Old wounds tore open, ravaging through your soul. He had said the words that you had wished on stars for.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, the words catching in his throat on unshed tears. He needed you. Even if he knew that he could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve your love. That couldn't make him turn around. In this moment, there wasn't a force on the planet that could make him do anything but beg for your forgiveness.

"I screwed up. I know that I did. But, I'm sorry," his voice was almost raw. Every word sounded like it caused him great pain. And, in a way, it did. His chest burned and ached with hidden emotions and desires. His whole soul was at war right now with what he wanted and what he deserved.

"I know that you screwed up!" You snapped. You were living proof that he had. The way that things had happened had screwed up your life. You were merely a shadow of your old self. So similar, and yet so different. The dark fog had taken away all of your joy, leaving your heart barren and uninhabitable. You stood from the bar stool and Matt stood up straight. "I know and, and I can't bring myself to blame you for it."

Matt knew that he deserved to be blamed. He deserved to be resented by you for the rest of his life. Your erratic heart rate made him hope. It also made him realize that maybe you needed him just as much as he needed you. It was like the two of you were opposite sides of the same coin, always keeping the other balanced.

Instead of speaking, you crossed the distance between yourself and Matt. One of your hands grabbed onto his shirt as your mind screamed. Warning sirens were going off in your head. This was a terrible idea. Hadn't you been through enough?

All of those thoughts ceased as Matt pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was needy and nearly primal. Your teeth gently sunk into his bottom lip as his hands wrapped around your waist. His walking stick clattered to the ground, he had forgotten to fold it up, and now it would be forgotten for as long as it took the two of you to work things out.

Your fingers threaded through his hair as he deepened the kiss. His movements pulled a strangled moan from somewhere deep inside of your throat. Every move felt strategic. What would it take for this to end right? The two of you danced on burning rocks, one wrong step could end in a way that neither one of you could even think about.

Matt pulled away for a moment. "Are you sure about this?" Matt said, his hands hesitating as they danced along your lower back where your shirt had ridden up. He could sense how emotional you were, your judgement was probably clouded. But, so was his. Both of you were laid out bare before the other, your souls on full display.

"I need you," you whispered in reply. Your words held a deeper meaning than how they sounded and Matt knew that. His hands gripped your hips, as if he was holding on for his life. his head dropped onto the crook between your neck and your shoulder.

"Tell me to go," he whispered, "and I'll leave. I'll never bother you again."

"I can't lose you twice," you said before pulling him even closer. Your bedroom door inched closer and closer as the two of you once again entangled with the other. Every move burned, every kiss seared. The raw need in the air choked Matt every time he kissed you. Your back finally collided with the bedroom door. You were quick to open it without even having to break the kiss.

Clothes flew and so did any hesitation either one of you held.

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A/N: After all of the kind comments on my last Matt fic I decided to post another one for you guys!Thanks!

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